Imagine a parlor decorated in the style of the Arabian Nights with low divans covered in soft, blue fabric and an arching canopy of gauzy, yellow material creating a tent effect over the whole room. The shelves are full of beautiful books, childhood mementos, CDs, pottery, and vases. There is very little space in the room that is not filled. The lamps have stained glass shades that cast pools of soft light. Bowls of fruit, nuts, M&Ms, or granola mix are always handy.

You and your lover walk into this cozy paradise, turn on a soft pink light, put on some samba music, and then, with one whiff of Shalimar perfume, you are both in the mood. Touching begins with kisses on the throat and neck. Continuing with a samba striptease you are both naked and skin to skin. You quickly move to the divan, and there you both stay.

Maybe there is a pause and you order take-out. One appetite leads to the next, and all of a sudden it is the middle of the night. Why bother to go home? You fall asleep and dream of green fields and contented cows.