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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden
Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden (1904), PDF p. 100
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[102]
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Kissing her twat, I sat between her feet,
Smelt it, and felt it : sucked and found it sweet :
Made fast her legs, drew down her clitoris
Long as long pricks, and juicy like a kiss :
With her own fingers played upon the spot
Kissing her twat.
Shit were no sweeter than her spend to me !
Shit of dead lobsters under the cold sea !
What fart could get between my lips and hers ?
What new sweet splutter of her hairy arse ?
Unless perhaps her spitting piss me shot,
Kissing her twat.
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