How can I fuck thee? Let me count the ways.
Per normal, to the depth and breadth and height
My tool can reach when, buried out of sight,
It finds the ends of Being and of Grace.
Or maybe, in our more adventurous days,
I'll practise what for some opposes Right
And push it up thine arse, twixt blood and shite;
Or else refresh thy mouth with fervent sprays.
I'll fuck thee with the passion put to use
On porn-drenched nights, both in and out of twat.
I'll fuck thy tits or armpits if thy choose -
However fits a sexual acrobat.
And pills I have for when my strength I lose -
I can but fuck thee better after that.
A re:embodiment of From:
How Do I Love Thee? (sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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