In one area was he not skilled:
He had Jacked, but he hadn't Jilled.
To Jill, he had to read her eyes, her lips,
and after studying, to adjudicate
Whether to kiss her gently, hold her hips,
or to swallow desire, lest truth slips
that of her signals he's illiterate.
To Jack, he simply says the word,
Lowers his hand, grasps like a sword...
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