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Ravish is a close cousin to passion. It is women's number one sexual fantasy. Ravish, incidentally, has nothing to do with rape. Rape is nonconsenual sex, Rape is when you persist after she says no. Ravish is when you look at your wife of fifteen years and are seized with a sudden voracious hunger for her. Ravish is when you are so overcome by her beauty and desirability you can't help it, you tackle her right there on the living room carpet and have unspeakable congress. Women's romance novels are full of ravish.. With ravish there's an unspoken surrender on her part and wild-eyed desire on yours. With ravish you get rumpled clothes and a death-defying EKG. Ravish isn't pink, it's scarlet and black and electric blue.

Ravish is an attitude.