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. I was embarrassed to see that I was soaking, my juices were gushing out and covering my fingers. The men simply stared, undressing themselves while they laughed. My priest had told me that the liquid that came out of my was sinful and if it ever came out, I would have to tell him, he would use his tongue to clean it for me. I am not naive, I knew the priest had horrible intentions, nevertheless, it felt wonderful. I wondered if those men would do the same to me. I did not want to look at them,.Read More
