Alex Jennings

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Who wants transparency when you can have magic? Who wants prose when you can have poetry? Pull away the veil and what are you left with? An ordinary young woman of modest ability and little imagination. But wrap her up like this, anoint her with oil, and hey, presto, what do you have? A goddess.

Smoke and Mirrors

A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Read by Alex Jennings

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel, awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile!

Endlessly and Eternally

Alex Summers x Reader

Author: Jen

WARNING: SMUT

Anonymous requested:  “ You should write Alex Summers X reader smut where he returns from Vietnam and it is their first time together in over 3 years? So you can do fluffy, passionate and rough all in one. Thank you soooooo much! “

Okay this took way too long to write but this proved to be challenging! I truly hope you enjoy it cause I was scared I’d sound like a 12 year old virgin! Here we go !

Originally posted by classymike44

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Sonnet 50
by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Read by Alex Jennings

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel’s end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
“Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!”
The beast that bears me, tirèd with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov’d not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.