The bowl of apricots was calling like Sirens with the power of charming all who heard them. Impelled I cast myself into the sea of my desire... and there I was, eating ripe Apricots with half shut eyes... pouring libation to Mercury... lost in a dreamy half asleep state.
From the bowl of ripe Apricots came notes of music so ravishing and attractive that I couldn't resist. I ate them all.
Where's the Kernal Kama-Sutra?
I found myself surrounded by Apricot pits and wondrous visions swelling inside me.