Ye Olde Bard weighs in on fellatio
To suck, or not to suck, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the behind to suffer
The bending narrows of outrageous touchin’,
Or to take arms against a sea of stubble
And by opposing friend them. To suck—with teeth,
On fours; and by with teeth to say we tend
The rough shakes and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be kiss’d. To suck, too deep;
That heath, perchance to stream—ay, there’s the rub:
For in that little death what floods may come,
When we have suckled off this mortal coy doll,
Must give us applause—there’s the wee jest
That makes brash amity of life’s great strifes.
