My wife and I chose to reside in the Roman Towers, the premier accommodations at Pocono Palace.

Upon entering our room, we were immediately stunned by the hugeness of the space - the ceilings were close to 20 feet high - as well as the redness of the interior: red carpeting that ran from wall-to-wall and up the stairs, red furniture, a mega-bottle of red bubble bath (well, strawberry, actually...), red paintings. We quickly figured out that the red was for romance. The Romanesque vibe was also in full effect: decorative floor-to-ceiling columns, arches aplenty, marbleized lamps and tables, gold leaf accents along the top of the walls.

We dropped our bags, looked at each other, jumped around like excited kids who had eaten too much Count Chocula and Skittles for breakfast, composed ourselves, and took a tour of this magnificent, completely over-the-top den of delights.

On the first level was the living room, in which there was a fireplace, a large screen television, plush furniture, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors covering two of the walls. Also featured was the impressive, awe-inspiring and "world famous" seven-foot high champagne glass whirlpool bath. Not only was it amazing to behold, it was also a conundrum. Who came up with such a contraption (turns out it was Morris Wilkins, the guy behind the heart-shaped tub, who also happens to have been the founder of as well as the current president and chief operating officer of Caesars Pocono Resorts) and what exactly was he thinking? Why, for example, is the glass seven-feet tall? Does height add to a couple's romantic experience? If so, why not go for nine or ten feet? Hell, let's make it fifteen and really get things good n' steamy!

The next level featured a glass enclosed, mirrored area featuring a small heart-shaped heated swimming pool as well as a full-length massage table and dry sauna room for two.

Upstairs was the nerve center of the room, so to speak - the bedroom, which offered a circular king-sized bed, TV/VCR unit, stereo system, and mirrored ceiling. As an added bonus, there were tiny, twinkling star-like bulbs in the ceiling that although charming during the day were intrusive and distracting at night. Thank God they were on a dimmer switch, otherwise I would have had to sleep with a pillowcase over my head.

The Roman Towers is where we spent a good portion of our time: romping, leaping about, and just plain having an all-out party. It's a brilliantly designed carnal playground for couples of all ages.