You delight in the beautiful and profane, the proper and perverse, and you feel like you’ve always known her. You crave things you can’t name. You crave something so real that it has to be artificially created. She want’s to regale you with that perfect moment.
You suspect you know her type, but the closer you come the more surprises you find. To list her interests would subsume all that exists. She want’s to touch you with her mind and speak to you with her body. She is not like anyone you have ever met and yet she somehow is familiar.