(a poem about sex and love written on the spot by request) > sex and love <Courtnie> Yes. > New Revised Version > ... she stands there across the roomful of noise and flesh > her lips red with the promise she isn't equipped to keep > but in her eye > you see the desperation that mirrors your hidden fears > so you go to her > sliding through the motions like finely debugged programs > and playing tapes read from the same script > and soon you are in a room > this room > is potential > it can be a room full of meathooks or insubstatial air > or memories > or pain forever > or death > or love > so you roll the dice tonight > like you roll the dice each night > you've been lucky before > and you'll say the next day that you got lucky tonight > but neither of you know > until the end > whether you got lucky or not > sometimes > you're deep in the pink with a girl whose last name you don't even know > and the meathooks gleam from the ceiling > you can see them in the instant before you cum > before the potentials are released > before the dice have been rolled > and you freeze > that jet of jizz stopped in mid-stroke > sometimes that scream isn't just physical, girl > he sometimes sees the meathooks > ... <Wowbagger> Ya know, you can have some sensitive moments, and real trashy ones too. > which is this?