When I make your beds my darlings, this includes lover - even you, I am careful to to smooth your sheets just right so that not one wrinkle, not one twist one knot or some entangled sock can mar nor line nor scar one sacred inch of any, your visage.

I have stolen many sleepless hours - wee hour glances at each your angelic faces, and while lines of age may one day speak volumes of your history, I'll not mark you with a lazy air.