“My beauty doesn’t lie between my thighs.”

“In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.”

“I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through. ”

“Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?”

“Comprehending at one bound the myth of Demeter and knowing that she was Demeter, that the fountain between her thighs was my own youth and I Persephone, who had come to her in spring and would come forever, for she was my youth, older than I and yet my youth, my ever-recurrent spring, and spring itself only a metaphor for the source, the waters, the hidden river, the tunnel of life between her thighs.”

“I hit your thigh!”“Oh, please. A man doesn’t need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh.”