Indeed, I'm with you my sheik temptress from the Transylvanian misted hilltops, who wouldn't be? -- ...important things first, omg you look, I didn't say hot, I would never be so forward...but charming! Yes, that's the word, it has embalmed me in apricity...okay, that said, let's get down to tin tacks...or brass tacks, whatever your fancy! -- I loved your poem and its apricity 🌞...and proclivities toward the historical inscriptions in a real city! Just awesome -- we should all live among the bullet ridden walls of the revolution!