Thoughts, the slave of life, and lifetime’s fool
Oh! What is love, it all so yule—
Let all of life be menial ahowl!
All I need is just you, you so my graceful fancy.
Soul of my song—
Oh, please hear me schmancy.
For you had love and I had lust. The flesh of which, I deserved none –
I like my body enraptured in that delicate one of yours.
Like a moonlit tapestry of mist and mast.
Shudder and quiver upon my touch!
Oh— Ne'er shall I stop in the vast—
Of your full and glowing skin:
Rubicund and florid as you shiver, akin.
The trembling, firm, smoothness of your body—
How I remembered, kissing, kissing, kissing; Dolly.
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