To all the ladies on SF

I wouldn't have minded being stranded on an island with Alice Tinker (The Vicar of Dibley). She'd have me laughing 24 hours a day.
I wouldn't mind being stranded on an island with Detective Sergeant Emma Scribbins (Murder in Suburbia). She could frisk me any time she wants.
I wouldn't mind being stranded on an island with Sandy (As Time Goes By). I think we could have built a happy home together.

If I was stranded on a desert island with Nora Batty (Last of the Summer Wine), I'd jump in the ocean and feed myself to the sharks.
 
Ruthanne said:
I'd love to be stranded with you @ohioboy

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I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.
 
ohioboy said:
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.
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Oh that's beyond creepy... https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50334/i-love-you-56d22d5628559
I'd found that poem in love letters my father sent to my mother during WW II..
 
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