Den of the She-Wolf

Perhaps we have loved before in the Lupanar of Pompei goddess of Priapus the overseer of the fertile garden commanded me. We perspired upon pillows stuffed with reeds feathers and straw most unwitting lady whispered to me "You will be Priapus!" Content within you likeness of dedicated fruit made love into real fruit worn lascivious acts woman of well-borne grapes dark skinned lady enraged with lust. Stars may rise and set but the light within us has set night becomes one long dream I now desire for 1000 more kisses dark goddess of Priapus from where Romulus and Remus suckled the milk of the she-wolf...