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. .." Pat had met me in the kitchen and hauled me out by my hand."Coming geeze." I smiled, happy she was rearing to go. "Everything in order?" Larry's got yours ready, Billy's bringing mine now. And Larry went back for his own." Pat said. "Here's the canteen." She thrust this at me and ran to join Billy who was leading her mount out now."Easy..." I reminded her. She tended to still be overjoyed around the horses and some really didn't like it, never sure when she'd be popping up around them. Her. "We both came together, feeling waves of desire pour over us. We knew we were addicted to each other and needed this time together regularly. That is when our weekly Wednesday ‘lunches’ came into being."Over the years, first with our pregnancies and births of Anne and you, things changed some. And yes, our enjoyment with each other for a while took on a different twist. We came to fully realize the life we were both leading with our husbands was so similar, and offering such a strange.Read More
