The Joy Of Being Forced
The Joy Of Being Forced
“What a joy to be forced to do what you most love, you most like. Forced to eat your favorite dish, forced to drink delicate wine, forced to go up the mountains, forced to see the undersea world, forced to hear, play music you most like, … Without being forced would I do it gladly.” I mused. “It would gladden us when unexpected ordered, forced to do, what we really most wish.”
“Romeo would kiss his parents if he was, forced, ordered to marry Juliet” Opa Johan interrupted, “and what a joy, an honour when a lovely woman so loved, liked me that she forces herself so, that she couldn’t resist, do otherwise than rape and kiss me. Ha, ha.”
February 2011
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