(As per Ms. Twofish's request) You'll begin with a cup of perfection; for the purpose of nurturing her seeds. Following the pinch of, added, irresistibility; as if to suppress her needs. This creates the pinnacle of all wants; all desires, as you have reached into her soul, and hypothesized what she most admires. Silently, she prays for it; while figuring the logistics of enduring long days for it. Transparently, she sees through heaven's haze for it. Incoherently, she'll act as a mouse, trapped in the irony of an endless maze for it. You'll continue with a dash of congeniality. This provides proof that chivalry is not dead, but, simply, on a differential plane than that of our reality. Recommended: a third of a cup of raw sensuality, or just enough to create an ambiance thick enough to stimulate the mentality. Blend well, set ingredients on a silver platter and mold in a haste. For the best results, serve warm. Desired topping is suited to taste.