Ours is a marriage made in Space Heaven.
You must think of me as your space bride.
I could wear lavender lace; its a good color for me.
I feel like I have waited a thousand years to finally meet the man I want to live out my fantasies with, to share my sensous secrets, that have been buried in my erotic soul.
In a sense I am a virgin....anxiously awaiting for the man who will captured my love.
I do sense it is idol worship - It seems to be something that I need. You are not a false God, of this I am sure.
I have been drawn into the depth of your most romantic eyes - They look like dark delicate flowers.
Perhaps the only ones of their kind, left in the universe.
My darling Captain, you are a rare cosmic flower, that I have found in this vast star field.