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SONG TO AN UNEXPLODING WOMAN

Just look at my confounded state –
Marinha, how you fornicate!
I am really quite astounded
that you haven’t yet exploded,
for with my mouth I cover
your mouth completely over,
and with my nose I close
the nostrils of your own,
and with my hands I hide
your ears and brows and eyes,
and as the first sleep comes
my cock fills up your cunt,
and my balls your arse
– no man has my art!
How do you not explode, Marinha?

CANTIGA D’ESCARNHO

CANTIGA D’ESCARNHO

Marinha, en tanto folegares
tenho eu por desaguisado;
e sõo mui maravilhado
de ti, por non arrebentares:
ca che tapo eu daquesta minha
boca a ta boca, Marinha;
e con estes narizes meus
tapo eu, Marinha, os teus;
e co’as mãos as orelhas,
os olhos e as sobrencelhas;
tapo-t’ao primeiro sono
da mia pissa o teu cono
como me non vej’a a neng?u,
e dos colhões esse cuu.
Como non rebentas, Marinha?
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SONG TO AN UNEXPLODING WOMAN

Just look at my confounded state –
Marinha, how you fornicate!
I am really quite astounded
that you haven’t yet exploded,
for with my mouth I cover
your mouth completely over,
and with my nose I close
the nostrils of your own,
and with my hands I hide
your ears and brows and eyes,
and as the first sleep comes
my cock fills up your cunt,
and my balls your arse
– no man has my art!
How do you not explode, Marinha?

SONG TO AN UNEXPLODING WOMAN

Just look at my confounded state –
Marinha, how you fornicate!
I am really quite astounded
that you haven’t yet exploded,
for with my mouth I cover
your mouth completely over,
and with my nose I close
the nostrils of your own,
and with my hands I hide
your ears and brows and eyes,
and as the first sleep comes
my cock fills up your cunt,
and my balls your arse
– no man has my art!
How do you not explode, Marinha?
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