condoms

For if in careless summer daysIn groves of Ashtaroth we whored,Repentant now, when winds blow cold,We kneel before our rightful lord;The lord of all, the money-god,Who rules us blood and hand and brain,Who gives the roof that stops the wind,And, giving, takes away again;Who spies with jealous, watchful care,Our thoughts, our dreams, our secret ways,Who picks our words and cuts our clothes,And maps the pattern of our days;Who chills our anger, curbs our hope,And buys our lives and pays with toys,Who claims as tribute broken faith,Accepted insults, muted joys;Who binds with chains the poet__ wit,The navvy__ strength, the soldier__ pride,And lays the sleek, estranging shieldBetween the lover and his bride.

The human population would probably be way less than a thousand, if ejaculation were not usually accompanied by an orgasm.

Some people have contracted HIV during their separate endeavours to give someone or some people a curable STD.

A seemingly simple task like taking a bath or wearing a condom feels like multitasking to someone who suffers from hemiplegia or has only one hand.

What are you gonna help us with? That very tiny used condom?