That's sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something...real." Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. "Real love, real friends, real body parts...

Hypocrites get offended by the truth.

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. "They're straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won't die."

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we'll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.

Now? I'm just another female faking orgasms to make a man not feel so inadequate.

Boys don't cry-or at least that's what everybody's supposed to believe.