Not flowers, not candy.
Life may be like a box of chocolates, but Polt knows that, for me, lust is a flock of belly-shirted Robins.
Do you refer to a group of hot Robins as a flock or a gaggle? A pride?
Hell, call it whatever you want as long as I'm in the center of it. And either kneeling or horizontal. I'm easy. I'll go either way.
Thanks, Polt! You're the best!