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. “Come in,” I said.“Excuse me,” Cory said opening the door. “I did as you suggested and told my employees I wouldn’t be in on Monday unless there was a problem.”“Good for you, Pretty Mama,” I said proud of her.She came into the room and sat down on my bed and said, “I had a wonderful time last night, and to answer your question, at the end of my last date, you were conceived.”“Does that mean that you haven’t had sex since that night?”The slap wasn’t terribly hard, but I deserved it. She stood up.Read More
