sex and sexibility

Evgenia turned the full glory of her eyes on mine.
"James what do you really think of me?"
I saw the need in her.
The magic words of WB Yeats came to me:
"Many loved you with love both false and true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you."
I knew that if I said this, she would be mine.
There was a pulse in the universe.
Time stood still.
Her eyes shone with question and invitation and challenge.
But I couldn't do it.
I couldn't quote a lesser poet than me just for foo foo.