Well it's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Grey.
I've been anticipating this for far too long, so please, do come this way.
Take a seat and make yourself comfy, and I shall take a seat too.
I'd like to start off by getting to know each other better, as I get to know the different sides of you.
I want to know every little detail of what goes on in that adventurous mind.
I want to hear about every dirty little secret, so that you're an easier thing to define.
I refer to you as "a thing" because you seem to be able to just flick a switch.
One minute your so calm, collected, and cool, and the next you're a wild animal craving a fix.
The saying goes that there are many shades of grey, fifty to be exact.
So how many shades of grey are you composed of; or are your darkest desires closer to black?
I know you have a dark side, sir - but just how dark is it, I ask?
I'm more of a hands on learner, if you'd prefer to lead by example, perhaps.
You can show me rather than tell me, if you really want.
I'm sure I'll get a deeper understanding that way, as you remain nonchalant.
What I don't understand is how you don't explode into a million pieces, like I do in these certain situations.
Because I know for a fact that you too, have fifty shades of frustrations.
Maybe I have a few less, and the few more you have will be taken out on me.
And maybe I will welcome the punishment that may possibly come with these.
I might just become entranced by your mystery; the mystery of your unexpected, dark shades.
There could be a possibility that I could fall in love with the dark side, Mr. Grey.
But I see I am running out of time, and unfortunately for now, I must go.
My sudden absence is do to my own desires, because I must leave before they overflow.
There is no doubt that I will be back soon, for another "interview" or learning session.
For I cannot resist your smoldering charm, that should come with viewer discretion.
There is a danger that I have yet to find, hidden deep down in a tantalizing way.
And I promise you I will find out exactly what it is and selfishly keep it a secret to myself, one day.
I bid you goodbye for now, Mr. Grey; not because I want to but because I must.
It was a pleasure to meet you, and it shall be a pleasure once again; a pleasure for which I long for and lust.