"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks,"
This man is Jake, my Granddad's other son.
Ay me! My need for him, it never slakes.
I help him practice; heart already won.
He speaks of love; I sink down low, undo
His pants, and free his cock; pout out my lips,
Draw in my cheeks, make my oral debut.
Though he declaims, he cannot still his hips.
Jake thrusts, I suck while yet his lines are true;
Salt pearls of wisdom gladly lick away,
Nose at his balls; an act I'll never rue,
Strive both control and 'membered words to fray.
Mine eyes on his, melting, eager to please
I help my Jake with Shakespeare from my knees.