I find total sex in these pics and almost feral, ruddy feelings course through my veins...like when Ethan Hawke as Todd Anderson made up that poem in Dead Poet's Society:

Close your eyes - closure! Close 'em! Now, describe what you see.

Todd Anderson: I... I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me.

John Keating: A sweaty-toothed madman.

Todd Anderson: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.

John Keating: Oh, that's *excellent*! Now, give him action - make him do something!

Todd Anderson: His hands reach out and choke me.

John Keating: That's it! Wonderful, wonderful!

Todd Anderson: And all the time he's mumbling.

John Keating: What's he mumbling?

Todd Anderson: Mumbling truth... Truth's like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.

John Keating: [some of the class start to laugh] Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket!

Todd Anderson: Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will cover just your head as you wail and cry and scream!
[class appauds]