You’ll never guess who cancelled all his appointments for my 2-hour session in a bathtub full of rose petals! Shakespeare! It ’twas a pleasure fine Sir. ‘Twas a pleasure, indeed.

To seduce a woman’s loins with words alone speaks of wicked magic, indeed. To sew seduction into her breasts of stone speaks of an altogether different breed. To master one’s mind and to soften the heart is trickery crying from heaven’s doves. The marrow of bones gone limp in this nest of sparing love.

I don’t know bout yours, but my Shakespeare rhymes.


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