Well, the real sex organ is between the ears, not between the legs
The only morality I'm interested in is the morality between your ears, between each player's ears, because that's the interesting thing to me.
I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.
Remember though, your best weapon is between your ears and under your scalp -provided it's loaded.
I do not mean to mock or ridicule your life's work, for in one way at least it mimics my own: We have dedicated our lives to the pursuit of phantoms. The difference is the nature of those phantoms. Mine exist between other men's ears; yours live solely between your own.
You grow up with your father holding you down and covering your mouth so another man can make a horrible searing pain between your legs.
At this moment, you are seamlessly flowing with the cosmos. There is no difference between your breathing and the breathing of the rain forest, between your bloodstream and the world’s rivers, between your bones and the chalk cliffs of Dover.
Make sure your worst enemy doesn't live between your two ears.
Most of sex is psychological - most of it is between our ears and not between our legs.
You live your life between your ears.
Some high society lady said is your horse outside? No ma'am, he's between my legs, but your too fat to ride.
Cognitive liberty begins at home, behind your eyes and between your ears. The first act of liberation is to step forward, and be counted as one of us.
If you spend all day on horseback, and you hop off, you walk around like you still have a horse between your legs. And it affects your shoulders. They fall.
You stand on dead men's legs. You've never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly
The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.
I want to be a manager, it wouldn't scare me, but I also think you could be sacked in six months and you'd have to take the kids back to school with your tail between your legs.