Oh blessed window that grants my eyes a mere sample of the wondrous planets held within thy frame. My wandering soul yearns to venture inside, to pilot my vessel, and to map every inch of those twin terrains. Her voice from above should take all my focus for it speaks weighty matters from a dynamo mind. But even the man who charts seas by the stars has his gaze snared by the moon on its inexorable climb.

Ack! An astounding ass, so ample and alluring, angles around my armor and awakens my arousal. As was astutely anticipated.