Methinks I’ll climb the palm,
I’ll grasp its branches.
Let your breasts be like grape clusters,
The scent of your vulva like apples,
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Book VII: verse 9 Methinks I’ll climb the palm, I’ll grasp its branches. Let your breasts be like grape clusters, The scent of your vulva like apples, |
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