Oh, the burden of being a sexual creature of the opposite sex.
Mostly just HB pencils, the end with the eraser.
Read somewhere about a lady's first masurbatory encounter.
Eating peanuts at the circus, bag in her lap.
Digging deeper until she isn't hungry anymore.
Only trouble is salty hands, unless the peanuts were beer nuts.
We can only hope the elephant distracted her neighbours.
Peanuts don't sound very erotic, but I guess they can be.
Just like HB pencils in first grade and exploratory hands.
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Desperate, Bloodthirsty, ect.
