The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

Omar Khayyám, Rubáiyát

I feel sorry for you sometimes,
There's only one thing you're good at….
And that's s....e....x!

((Mavourneen!))

If you feel little tickles under your skin,
Do not be afraid my love!
It's me…as I'd promised!
always with you…
breathing under your skin