your verbosity still stands in a league populated by no other , and still , it sets my heart racing and my loins stirring , and if you so declared it to your liking , i would carry you to my bedchamber , lie you down upon my peasant-bed , and make wild , passionate , shakespearean love to you , because , as is always the case , your word games and aforementioned beautiful yet strange eloquence have put mad desire for you in my heart , and if you allow me to know you in the biblical sense this night , i could live the rest of my days in splendid bliss .