Exactly how steamy is this poem?
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When death and misery are all around, sex might just be the last thing on your mind. Or maybe the first. Who are we to judge? In this poem, however, the immediacy of battle drowns out all other thoughts.
When death and misery are all around, sex might just be the last thing on your mind. Or maybe the first. Who are we to judge? In this poem, however, the immediacy of battle drowns out all other thoughts.