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. And held her arm like we are in love . She looked at me and softly said “what?”. I smiled at her and I took a pen and wrote my number on her palm.Then I held closed her palm and winked at her. She laughed and smiled at me . She had no idea actually what I was up to. So that night I went home. And I was waiting for her call. And at around 11 pm she called me. I was excited and I was wet. She called and asked me ” what was all that you did in the car? ” I told her that I like her. She was a bit. Unknown to you, my cock has been straining against my pants since I arrived, and I feel it now as I behold your angelic body, knowing that what we’re about to do will be anything but angelic.After making you wait, I stride up to your face, place my lips millimeters from yours, breathing through my mouth so you can feel the warm air escaping from between my lips. So close, but our lips never touch. I walk around you, close enough that you know exactly where I am, looking you up and down.Read More