What's goin' on Henk Delatra? So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Panoramic aromavision is the future. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound.