I have a warm home
and lovely easing arms
opened up for thee
with all my little charms.
why thou want to leave
to the world with violent harms?
don't you want to taste
the honey of my lips?
and rest a little while
taking a few sips?
don't you let it waste
in the endless exile!
let thy fingers rain
in the desert of my hips.
play the exhale of mine
and free thee from thy brain
fly on high with my music
as it is devine.
let me drown in "joy"
the beauty of thy smile.
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:D
hahahaha! zis is not ghite! zey speak veghy good english.
you ave to leaghn fghench because it's a veghy beautiful language!
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