I’ll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer.
Feed where thou wilt, on mountains or in dale;
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
– Shakespeare –
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
fantastic passage.
A fav, for sure.
Dig the photo too of course.
… thanks. And it would seem you have found me… or some of me, anyway.
I have. Well worth it.
Well, that is most kind and generous of you to say. 🙂