Wow! So HOT!
Shakespeare's Sonnet 4 on Masturbation
The poet wants the young man to seed a woman who ideally will bear him a lad, thus sustaining his manly beauty in a son. SONNET 4 Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank, she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless usurer, why dost thou use So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? For having traffic with thyself alone, Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive. Then how, when Nature calls thee to be gone, What acceptable audit canst thou leave? Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee, Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
Ode to the Phallus
ReplyDeleteBy John Sebastian
Oh great phallus,
Master of my life and yours.
We try to control you,
But somehow you are still the master.
You have a will of your own,
Getting long and hard whenever….
Any time during the day,
And how many times at night?
And to think you’ve been doing this
Since we were both lads.
With no idea what was happening,
You were always in charge!
You’re much larger now that we’re older.
Not only longer, but also thicker—wider around,
And settled at the apex of the dark pubic triangle
That shamelessly always points to you!’”
Aroused when near your brothers,
And certainly when we look at them.
We can’t admire masculine beauty
Without you thinking it’s all about you!
Well, maybe it is!
You may be the king, sovereign lord, but
We also pay homage to your loyal princes
Beneath your great scepter’s sway.