I had a guest last night,he crawled on top of me,chose the best spotto force himself in,his eyesso curiously mountedon his shouldersworking their waydeep into me
Because I show a guarded faceTo all the world but one or two,And in my heart's most secret placeConsider lilies, why should youWhose roses grow in common groundProfane the cloister I have found?
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