PREFACE
Ohh whenst nature made the she andst he how divine they do seem to be such polite prim decorous all those shes seem to be dew onst their tongues would not melt Ahh But what lies what lies within their flesh whenst love doth to them flies andst ignite that desire that fire those flames of lust Ahh thenst do we see the true face of thee to that animal that we be to rutting beast we become But more so that she for she be but raw emotions set free to claw to bite to scream inst bliss andst lusts grip to thrust to eyes to red on heat ast bitch for its mate she doth writhe and squirm andst cry for ast doth say the poet a demoness that howls for the demon lover of she