Alas, my rear it doth beseech,
A soft embrace, a gentle reach,
For in this time of bidet dreams,
I seek the comfort of green sleeves.

Oh, green sleeves, how you do bestow,
A touch of warmth when I go low,
Your velvet touch, a soothing glide,
With every wipe, you stay my guide.


Я тоже в некотором роде, знаете ли.

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