I doth not have such vile postulations of the mind about the purity that is Pippa, I simply yearn that one day I may be given the honor of placing a friendly a greeting peck upon those beautiful alabaster hands that one would not be faulted for assuming they had been crafted by the master craftsmen of the ancient Greeks. Even to simply witness the radiance of her eyes as they reflect the inviting moonlight as if a beacon being lit to lead the passions of the heart home.