Sunspire Mountains all the butterflies have turned to vultures in my stomach

her goldentongue spilleth over! he flushed his self-pity and bid her ears indulge his urgent shouts. the shouts of a virgin, for true; they could never quite believe when someone obliged to end their long-suffering condition of possessing an unpopped cherry. 

hearing him scrambling up the slope behind her, she turned with an insinuating look. "real as you'd like," she said,  "alas, i could never besmirch an unwilling maid. it would eat me up inside, the guilt would be insufferable," she sighed, jerking her muzzle away with dramatic effect.

"if only there was a man who knew what he wanted around here," she cast her gaze about the forested scenery before sliding her sights to the hopeful, gold-inlaid eyes admiring at her assets.