Virgin-choir to make delicious moan / Upon the midnight hours.

Their smiles, / Wan as primroses gathered at midnight / By chilly-fingered Spring.

Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.

He's not going to moan or go ballistic,

You can scream at me, call me for a shoot at midnight, keep me waiting for hours - as long as what ends up on the screen is perfect.

No one is more carnal than a recent virgin