When a man is naked-and doing what could be regarded as the pinnacle of adulthood, he reverts back to a mere child, wanting his mother’s, a woman’s, comfort.

When a man and a woman who do not know each other physically come together, they are both teacher and student, parent and child.

As different as the moon and the sun, yet intricately linked together.

On a totally unrelated note, screw chem.

On another unrelated note, here’s something i wrote

The dryad did not hear the “whoo, whoo” of the massive hook as it swung through the air.

The dryad did not smell the odour of the decaying flesh as it lingered in the air, like a stain that refused to go away.

The dryad did not see the gaping maw, salivating at the though of the smooth, succulent flesh that awaited it.

With a “whoosh” the meat hook flew through the air, and embedded itself into the body of Aiushtha. Spurts of arterial blood spray out of the wound, and the Enchantress screamed out in pain. Blue balls of light, known to the humans as Wisps came out from the ground and the trees to tend to the fatally injured dryad, but it was all in vain. As the dryad was slowly dragged to the huge, trap-like jaws of the Butcher, she blacked out, this being a fortunate event for she did not have to endure the pain of being eaten alive.

His job done, the Butcher retreated, to wait for other fresh meat…