i will slur and heel and hem and haw;i will eat a monkey paw;when u call me up and command me
to come over to your house for sex and tea biscuits;i shall clandestinely drop my cumberbund down
the dumbwaiter chute;lutes will serenade us like liquid lemonade;you will glisten like newborn snow; and i will listen like a clairvoyant nipple clamp;it will be sex like nobody has ever had it before in the history of postmodern lovemaking;it will be sex-even if it isn't;it will be sex even if only in theory;even if it's only pantomime;even if it's just a memory or a dream or a symphonic approximation;after a summer of autonomous sodomy and national geographic specials about pretty animals that use other little animals as food by eating them on television;but we shouldn't even watch television;we should just have sex;epoch making,earth shaking,teeth chattering,dish clattering,fish frying,eye popping,never stopping,bunny hopping,toe tapping,joseph papping sex. shakespeare in the park kinda sex;d train ride to coney island vacation kinda sex.clandestine in the airplane laboratory kind of sex.olympic marathon sex;all the different ways that we feel like having sex,we should,until we grow old and bored and disillusioned;then let us rekindle our feelings,forget our dispair and celibate nonsense and do it like bunnyrats till the cows come home to roost.so call me sometime and let's have sex.