“Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.”
An Oyster Shell
“Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.”
Sonnet 20 is superb …”butt not acquainted with shifting change, as is false women’s fashion”. I have always found a common element in all my MSM dalliances has been humour and good natured interaction between men. It’s the sex that is the most important to us, the getting off, the acceptance of each other’s overriding drive to do what it takes to satisfy. We laugh and lose inhibition as no cum face is too silly and no dirty talk to trite. It’s all tolerated in the other dude as he does in us. Women are far more complex about sex. It’s emotional and coded and political and diplomatic and tender and restrained and wooing and teasing and altogether more shifting in its meaning, nuance and outcome.