Catullus XXXII

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If you please, my sweet little mistress,
my delicacy, my witty one,
command my coming at noon --
And if you do, help by ensuring
no one bars your door,
and do not go elsewhere on a whim,
but stay home and prepare for us
nine nonstop fuckings!
In truth, if that is the case, command me now!
for I lie back sated from breakfast and
poke a hole through my tunic and cloak.

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
THE HOLE IS UN-NECESSARY

the tunic slips over the head, TK U MLJ LV NV

GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasureabout 16 years ago
If you please, sir...................

...I'd like some more. I like your style.

Tess

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