I once heard a good woman say
Hot chillies and vanilla yogurt
The words look better than they sound in their own way
This is how I feel
Every time you kick my heel
I get a little tingly
My mouth is burning with the inferno of ten-thousand forges
And then a little coolness strolls my way
To burn out my fantasy's torches
My fingers falter
My heart skips half a beat
That's only a quarter of enough
To light some real heat
You could have moved your legs, you say
Well, I suppose that's not what I wanted
A little excitement keeps me breathing,
At least just for the day
But when that won't suffice,
"HOT CHILLIES AND VANILLA YOGURT"
Is what I want my grave to say

I suppose what I really want is to be like her and her
(but not all the parts, just the bits that we, ourselves, never ever were)
I'll not get in over my head, You said At least I think that's what it was
Because you were speaking through water already, was precisely your little
trouble Your lilting voice carrying to my ears only through a single
prismatic bubble Well, hot chillies and vanilla yogurt aren't enough to
make my heart sick At least that's what I heard a very good woman once say