Household Gods by Aleister Crowley
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O but his eye swoons as his broad beak slips Within her luscious lips. O but - I cannot see - I long to die Alike for wonder - and for jealousy! CRASSUS. Vile, filthy whore! I'll catch you at it. ALICIA. Soft! See how his feathers hold her soul aloft! CRASSUS. Beast! Have you brought me through the wood for this? ALICIA. Now wonder I must teach you how to kiss. CRASSUS. I'll clip his wings. ALICIA. Sub pennis, penis! 'Slife! It's not the wings of him that clip your wife. CRASSUS. Thou art as filthy a creature as she! |
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