Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Monday, August 17, 2015
Prick-Tease Territory
Guitar lead me by your hand
Deep into prick-tease territory
Gazing turquoise eyes no condom
For the evil eye pierce my psyche
With each strum of your strings
In tune as you reach to pluck
The red hot edge of my pulse
You beat the path of your song
Deep into prick-tease territory
Where you see me pointing
Toward you nodding head in time
Accepting your gaze of turquoise
Your hand touching me strumming
Our song of harmony of cumming
Jack 8-17-15
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