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By the bulkiness of my
affection
don't measure my manly skill;
I'm sure my size is no reflection
of the bulkiness of my affection.
Kindly squeeze my erection
'twixt your fur and your frill.
By the bulkiness of my affection
don't measure my manly skill.
Quality counts more,
they say,
than quantity, however whopping.
Fie on gluttons, praise the gourmet!
Quality counts more, they say,
so just cooperate and may
your wildest fancies keep us hopping.
Quality counts more, they say,
than quantity, however whopping.
A little fish swells in
size
so long as One gives it vim.
Be that One, and for your prize
a little fish swells in size.
To bait of quim watch porgy rise
like a proud, athletic limb.
A little fish swells in size
so long as One gives it vim.
My prick mocks your
silly pride,
being proud and full of pluck.
You can mourn its size inside.
My prick mocks your silly pride
as it jeers a puss, one-eyed,
staving off an anal fuck.
My prick mocks your silly pride,
being proud and full of pluck.
Even so, in a wink,
it's done!
Meadows are soaked. Calm prevails.
Saber drawn and roar of drums,
even so, in a wink, it's done!
Nonetheless despite our fun
your pride bleeds, my prick wails.
Even so, in a wink, it's done.
Meadows are soaked. Calm prevails.
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Paul Verlaine, Men &
Women, translatend by Alan Stone, Comet, 1985, first publication
1980 |