Poetry (some parts kind of detailed. squeamish stay out)

[Naeblis]

I see your bum - nothing. My loins are cold

your chest agains tmine. I feel your heat

yet I am cold

Your breasts, though round and pink and soft

are just hundreds of millions of cells to me

I do not want to taste them

this mass of circuitry

when we are one. two but one

my mind is wondering

I wonder if the local hockey team won

my hands blundering

I am cold

My loins are cold

My loins

are cold

[Gorax]

Millions of cells . . . They look like warts to me :mrgreen: