"Through this dress I feel your body like a symphony. These slender ankles, this cantabile. This rapturous crescendo. And these knees, this capriccio. And the powerful andante of lust – How peacefully these two slim rivals press against each other in the consciousness that neither equals the other in beauty – till their capricious mistress wakes up and the rival lovers separate like the two hostile poles. I shall sing your praises so that your senses shall whirl."
- From Frank Wedekind's Pandora's Box
The swoon almost took my legs out from under me. For serious.