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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This book by Bella Beaumont “Amalia in the Cabana” Reminded me of my Amalia From Cañete, in the province of Cuenca Who, in a shepherd’s cabin Near the Poza de la Horca At the foot of the hermitage Of the Virgin of the Zarza The town’s patron saint Showed me, while on all fours What her pussy looked like when she peed. I had my little willy out Ready to dance it about Eager to get it wet. She is Amalia del Hornillo I am Pedro Morrón; both of us Children of Civil Guards. Since we were children of Civil Guards, We dreamed that when we married We would marry in the Cuenca Cathedral And that when we died We would be buried beside the altar O the hermitage Of the Virgin of the Zarza Her first, and me two steps behind Because Civil Guards Are more important than Castilian nobles The Masters of the Order of Santiago Or the King’s royal favorites Just as our mothers told us. Her pussy seemed strange to me But since she was very pretty, I found it enchanting Especially when, from the hole Where her golden urine fell A couple of Cañete crickets emerged Stopping right there and ceasing itsr song. I picked up the crickets And placed them on the tip of my cock And as luck would have it They began to sing Amalia threw her panties at them To make them hush In the style of ladies and young girls Throwing theirs to bullfighters To win from them an ear or a tail Trophies earned through their art Of bullfighting and killing. -I know you’re going to Madrid And I’m staying behind, Amalia told me. I replied: -I know you’re going to Barcelona. Now, if you like, we must seal Our love by joining our bodies. -Yes, let’s join together like Mom and Dad do. We pressed our bodies together Without doing anything wrong. As we left the spot To head back to the barracks Our home We both looked back And saw a rosebush sprouting from the ground. She came home without her panties And I, with my cock hanging out. When Amalia walked into her house She felt the blood flowing Between her thighs and cried out: -Mom, my period’s started! When I got home I went to the bathroom To have a loud vigorous wank Dreaming I was making love To the armadillo, the pufferfish Or the turtle.
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