A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking. Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my passions, Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet, Bathing myself, bathing my songs in sex.
Click any product to generate a realistic preview (~30s). Up to 3 at a time.
"The greatest poem is the one that has yet to be written."
"I am a man of the people, and I shall always be a man of the people."
"The strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung."
"I make my way to the hospital, and stay there for hours, among the wounded, to give them what comfort I can, and to read to them, and to write letters for them."
"Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far."
Your cart is empty
