LOVE WENCH
O how should I love wench?
I will love wench like rubies
I will posture and be looking at her ocellus
Wench made me to posture on a bench like apprentice
OH! You my dear wench
You appear to me like a obscure ammunition
Your love made me drown in grey of sea and black land
Your coyness made me tenderness like a psychological love spell
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