Oh no, the Shakespeare is entirely legitimate. (Except for those men who recite John Donne. They're the ones mothers warn about.)
What I want to know is how come I've never fallen into an accidental kiss that's seared my very soul, and left me trembling with a sense of desire and, like, oneness with the universe and, y'know, unable to do anything but melt against him, as he whispers my name like a prayer? Tch.



What I want to know is how come I've never fallen into an accidental kiss that's seared my very soul, and left me trembling with a sense of desire and, like, oneness with the universe and, y'know, unable to do anything but melt against him, as he whispers my name like a prayer? Tch.


