"a scene with the trimmings of 'thrill'"

yesterday i climbed a boulder without a harness...and almost fell

as liz, my roommate, and i were talking about our current desire for a more exciting love life, she whipped out a little prose given to her by a man while in her com graphics class...he is over 60-years-old:
"i love looking at the back of your head...
oh, how it creates the suspense of when finally you turn around!
Then, stride down the aisle with your vigorous leap and most foxy steps...
As you address me with a "Hi" and I respond with a "How are you?"...Say, "Fine" and I return with a "How are you"-you then say, "Fine" and I return with, "Boy, you SURE are!" Then on your way back...your exciting blonde hair and super-large earrings actually shake and stimulate the very classroom air with scintillating, static motion-as you relax your magnetic, energized body, which is jubilantly dressed in black, and you commence reading your workbook again, while sexily "fingering" your computer keys...and once again...ah ha! I have the view of the back of your head...in the most "scrumptious" manner!"
peace+love