David hardly noticed her reaction to his recitation. Sure he'd used bits and pieces of poems, choice lines and phrases, whole stanzas even to get laid, but never a whole poem. And never something so dark and eerie as that. They were cards he played close to the chest, that was for sure. But he wanted to do this right, and that meant being honest, and that was about as honest as you could get, right?
David looked down at the table shyly--yes, shyly--and grinned, "Well, not often. And no one, really."