Finally, the woman had left him alone with his dainty moss-lady. He moved in, picking up the leafy-green salad of a man-goblin and held him tight to his bosom, stroking him seductively.

"My beauty, we are alone. Oh, how I have dreamt of this day, despite the fact I met you only minutes ago. BUT IT FEELS LIKE A LIFETIME, DOES IT NOT?" Fabio sung, his nimble fingers massaging the pert green bell-pepper bottom. 
Oh, he'd never felt this kind of magic before, not since he was a young [s]atlar-boy[/s] apprentice, working for the local [s]Catholic priest[/s] Archmage. He'd not met a man that was able to twerk nipples better than him.
The days of youth. The beautiful springtime of passion and learning. 

Fabio groaned as he rubbed the small, green mistress, his man-titties excited once again by the thoughts of days gone by.