In Love with Shakespeare
In Love Every Day
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
uttered and wondered Christine, the teacher
staring at Nella’s pussy for a while.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
replied Nella, her sweet springtime student
perceiving Christine’s pussy for what it
surely was; a definite work of art.
Famished folds calling for love and pleasure
Nella responded with tongue and fingers
all the fingers on one hand and she was
missing none, the whole hand at special times.
Love juices (or was it sap) dripped down to
their feet, partly tasted on their way from
heaven to a slow ensemble of senses
around knees and toes; taste and smell taking
all the chances, sight and hearing riding
the wave, touch sweet touch summoning all the
riches; Christine and Nella were in love.
I was too and I wasn’t even there.
I wish I could have been a drop of that
juice of love (or was it sweet pussy sap).
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Comments (1)
So passionately flowery and picturesque! Truly highlights the beauty and worship of the female anatomy 😉♥️ Beautifully erotic work!