Listen, I love women and rarely call them bitches
Unless apt for the sitch, but as a stricture I ensure
To fill them with semen upon downing britches
No scars, nothing serious
But thrash me delirious with these here reeds and switches
Meant for disciplining horses, forcing them up out of ditches
Rubs me witless, like she’s gonna get three wishes.
Alchemisland 
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