Bad date

First, her breath of white fire did thatcher my neck and naked pallid milky white skin, so it did.

Then eyes fixed, her steely claire did short my brain, so much so that Charon would
have to Janet-Steet Porter me away.

Her stony cold teasing fingers touched, widdicombing through my aching cadaver veins, taunting my protesting old bones, as a last affectionate touch perhaps, before i sailed away.

And to be true , and it tis the truth, that the harsh lesson is learned young sir.

Never, never ever try to be a seducer of a Medusa.