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. ‘Mmnn, sorry,’ she said, acknowledging the inadvertent galvanic touch. I didn’t care. Her hip was all that mattered, which she didn’t move. If anything, she increased its pressure against my shoulder. I felt her heat. I smelled her sweet fragrance. I also felt my face warming and an erection forming in my pants as she scanned the papers, leafing through them one-by-one. ‘Are you interested in one of the positions?’ I asked, stating the obvious next question. ‘Lemme put it this way, sweet. The picture I have given them is of an unquantifiable threat from the north, both by land and sea. The sea element suggests that a landing behind their front lines is likely, so drawing back makes good military sense.What I cannot judge is what they hope to do next. They might simply change their line of attack; choose another direction and go that way, or retreat rather than stay anywhere close to the threat. That might mean leaving entirely or moving to their right or left depending on.Read More
