Erotic Friday: The Bard Himself

I would like to close this month with my personal favorite from William Shakespeare. I’m not going to go on and on about him; you know him. Google him if you must.  The sonnet below is my absolute favorite of his. Or was it Marlow???? Anyway, do enjoy.

F. M. Laster

“I’ve been things and seen places.”- Mae West

Sonnet 147
by William Shakespeare

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest.
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed,
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as Hell, as dark as night.

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