Her hair was like the monsoon clouds
And her visage glowed from the heavens
O, How beautiful is her skin exposed
Its vision poured my milk in me
She truely pleases my manhood
O, How wicked is she can be
When the flower below her belly
Persuades me to dip in it
But my mind wishes to enslave her
And make her suck out my milk
O yes my Aphrodite my hungry slave
Be drunken with my manhood's wine
Please tell me what you think
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