Darling, one finds oneself desirous of a little physical stimulation.

Good Lord, what a wizard idea, one's princess!

Would one address one as one's unclean woman of ill-repute?

Without doubt, how absolutely spiffing, one's sweet.

And then will one man-handle one's mammary glands?

Of course, it shall be a delight, one's precious.

And one will strike one's gluteus maximus with one's bare hand?

Most severely, one's cherub.

And be an absolute beast to one?

One swears to be the vilest cad in the county, one's angel.

And saddle one like an utter rotter?

One shall be a complete bounder, one's rose petal.

And one will...oh...upon one's soul...oooohhh...

What the devil can be the matter, one's little flower?

Oooh...you illegitimate fornicator, you...

One's dear?

One is arriving...one is arriving...mmmmmmmmmm!