Stir   my love; awaken the beast from its lazy slumber.

 Excite my horn love; arouse the trunk of your lusting lover.

Engulf the tip love; with lips, tongue strike the rod till red, set.

Tease my love; play with the horn till erect, veins dilate.

Caress my love; stimulate the mount till with magma it eject.

Squeeze my love; quench from juice of twain mangoes till sate.

Like an African bull, till dawn in a heifer on heat love to sow, 

Let your dear, on you, employ a suitable posture to hoe.

Till we are old love, lets always in this manner stick intimately like doves.



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