A man's love for a woman is not defined by his availability in bed, but by every ingredient he adds to improve the taste of the relationship.

If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.

Thinking about the bed leaves you horny, but thinking beyond the bed gives you honor, freedom and wisdom.

Death never mattered at those times - in the early days I even used to pray for it: the shattering annihilation that would prevent for ever the getting up, the putting on of clothes, the wathchign her torch trail across to the opposite side of the common like the tail-light of a low car driving away.

Anger is like sex urge, once gratified, the inner voice calls you a stinking fool.

If any woman opens her legs for you, don't feel so lucky to be fed with nonsense, she has been a bitch for a long time, and now its your own turn to get a share from her itching tunnel.