Just felt like a lot of fireworks, he said.
As if that weren't enough. I'm ace in bed,
I know that much -- it's why I get the looks,
the moves, the morning-after calls. I take
my pills on time. I read the books.
I frequent the gym. I'm yoga-trained.
I moisturise each night and when I wake
I limber up. At meal-times I've refrained
from fat. It's worked, too -- I feel like a star.
Yes, hot and bright and distant, he would say.
Some men are hard to please. I've come too far
to deal with shit like that -- do it my way
or hit the highway, love. Good thing you're not
like him. Now let me show you what I've got.
29 January 2004 14:42 hours