The dorkiness of the image, madam's zeppelin breasts, the water gushing so lustily from Sir's pail, the decorous arm reaching into the room with more water, and everything and everyone so hot hot hot.
...O, she is fallen
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul-tainted flesh!
To say nothing of Señor! Another fabu image from the digital collection at NYPL.
1 comment:
Ach Du Lieber!
I'm titillated beyond belief!
Don't!
Stop!
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