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Слушать(AI)Sonnet 104 - A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece,
Diminutive, but room enough . . like
To finger eager on some torrid day . .
Who'd throw her black hair back, and hang, and tease.
Never, not once in all one's horny
To'have had a demi-lay, a pretty, gay,
Snug, slim and supple-breasted girl for play . .
She bats her big, warm eyes, and slides like grease.
And cuff her silly-hot again, mouth
And wet her small round writhing—but this
Suddenly awake, unreal as alkahest,
My god, this isn't what I want!—You
The harrow-days you hold me to, black dreams,
The dirty water to get off my chest.
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