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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required At the foot of Burgos’ Castle Looking toward its beautiful Cathedral I learned what it means: "To tide down by the pylon" Or "to go down to the Moor Muza." From waist down It was the first time I saw and rarely admired My girlfriend's chestnut or mussel. The hair around it Reached almost to her knees. I wanted sex And to do it like the calf and she calf From Quintanar de la Sierra do But she told me no That, first, tide down to the pyle Or to go down to the Moor Muza As I wished And adorn the banks of her mussel With the two chevalieres we brought Because " so this delicacy From a pretty and sandunguera woman Will taste better." I grabbed the two chevalieres A typical Burgos sweet Cracking them hard on their chestnut Making a paste of milk Flour, butter, and yeast Sugar, egg, and a pinch of salt Plus the tartar from her big lips And cute nymphs Plus that sticky nectar that flowed From her and meatus. I began to lick and eat With an infinite hunger Lifting my tongue from her anus To the top of her Venus’ Mount Biting her clitoris As if it were a man's cock. She realized In a non-fake orgasm That I was getting hard. Sweetly, she said to me: "Bring here that your hill with two eggs" Taking it with her hand. I don't know where she's taking it. She didn't take it to the path between her two tits Nor along the paths of the anus. She took it to a blackberry bush And there, almost, she killed it bleeding! We didn't have sex. She said to me: -I think you'll be happy With this wonderful snack you've had Of partridge or rabbit Of turtledove or quail Adorned with local chevalieres. Maybe another day Your redwing will enter my nest Or Il eat that your cream filling churro. We set off along the path that leads To the Church of Saint Stephen Hopping, skipping, and singing: By Maurice Chevalier’s "Paris Will Always Be Paris". Without realizing it I was walking with my fly half open Saying she to me immediately: Come back, come back to our place of love I left my panties in the grass. I answered her smiling: - You¡ I'll buy you another one Or go without it That so You wear it much cooler And better.
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