Mid summer's night sex frolick

Tomorrow is midsummer’s eve. The summer solstice, the longest day of the year, my half birthday truth be told (hint sailor, bring chocolate…). My favourite Shakespearian play – beats Romeo and Julliet “What light from yonder window breaks? It is the East and Julliet is the sun….” or the tragedies “take thee to a nunnery…” It’s about sex, bawdy parties, immoral adult dancing naked under the full moon, and I wish I could recreate it.   Who hasn’t wanted to have sex with a Minator, fairy or hobgoblin named Puck?  I want a party with magical lights, a donkey headed, obnoxious fool, royalty, controlled substances and gossamer wings where everyone has sex at the end.  Who am I kidding, it sounds like my frosh week – as  I went off to University.  Only then, the only royalty was the “head girl”.

I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.
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