You Never Know About People

I don't want someone to make me happy, just someone with whom to be happy.

Have you ever seen a gentlewoman

Having sex with a man,

Flat on his back with a broken leg

In a cast, confined to bed,

Racked with pain and violently thrusting

And bucking like a brahma bull,

Nostrils flaring, spittle flying,

To throw her off -

And she, spurring that cast with her heel,

Pleasures herself and rides him like a cowboy?

Oh, gentlewoman, how could you?