PREFACE

o’er thy lips the words of I I with the tongue of I will write with dew by dipping in the love hole of thee sweet scented words to sing the beauty of the cunt of thee I will into thy hole dip down the tongue of I and flicker like birds wings on the lips of thee the thoughts of I like flowers bursting in to bloom will the words of I lace the pink flesh of thee oh to gaze upon that cunt pink to which to in words my tongue out pours all I think