All morning fresh from farmyard pant and grunt At break of day you woke and left his bed, I thought myself defiled to touch your cunt As stripped you slid beside me in his stead, But stirring me with tales from ancient wars You pressed me to the font between your thighs, And from the flesh adorned with battle scars My captive mouth brought forth releasing cries.
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