Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse. She was surprised to find that he was semi erect."Oh I am so sorry." She laughed. "It's me who should be sorry. I am so embarrassed." He said sitting back down and placing his legs under the table. "Please don't be." His tameness was egging her on. "From the quick feel I got you definitely have nothing to be embarrassed about."He just smiled and went to reach for the folder. Lyla's hand shot out and grabbed his. Her run in with Holt had really bugged her, that man just made her blood boil. The.Read More
