He knelt, sniffing, his eyes closed, to smell it,
Then tasted; yeast, musk on the palate.
Good lord! If some way,
Say cologne or a spray,
You could bottle her cunt, you could sell it!
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He knelt, sniffing, his eyes closed, to smell it,
Then tasted; yeast, musk on the palate.
Good lord! If some way,
Say cologne or a spray,
You could bottle her cunt, you could sell it!