" Virgins may whisper ‘Transparent nightdresses made all of lace’ Virgins may squeak ‘My dear           I should faint’ Flutter..… flutter.… flutter.… .…‘And then        the man—’ Wasting our giggles For we have no dots We have been taught Love is a god White              with soft wings                         Nobody shouts             Virgins for sale Yet where are our coins For buying a purchaser Love is a god "

― Mina Loy , The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems of Mina Loy