Dames in general intrigue us, and dames in particular with stinky cigars wallowing in their kissers, even more so. Perhaps this is why Delia appeals to us so much in the sense that we want to know the aroma of her ass, the taste of her polished toes and if her belches remind you of a Passaic, New Jersey bowling alley on a warm spring day. Admittedly, there are few of us romantics left, so we don't mind the language being flowery as long as you don't. More so, if sweet Delia were to grab our nuts and suck our cocks like that fat one she's chomping on, well, the picture would be complete. Poems have been written about such pastoral subjects you know - Keats, Byron, Shelly, they've all taken a crack at it. If you don't believe it, look it up.