It gives me very little pleasure 
To dole out spunk by weight or measure 
To any other lady’s treasure, 
My darling. 
 
The wall hath holes — I do not woo them. 
The pillow creases — Je m’en fous them. 
The sofa cracks — I spunk not through them, 
My darling ! 
 
Italian boys have bulging bums ; 
Their well trained arsehole fairly hums. 
They shall not get my greasy comes, 
My darling. 
 
My hand forgets its ancient cunning. 
Before I knew you it was stunning : 
I could toss off some twelve times running. 
My darling ! 
 
Now I am guiltless of a stand. 
Only thy arse, thy twat, thy hand, 
Thy lips could rouse me ;  that were grand, 
My darling ! 
 
I cannot piss :  I cannot shite. 
Come quickly to me, warm and white ! 
Well fuck like buggery all night, 
My darling ! 
 
Aye !  In your scented arms I’ll creep. 
“ Well grip and kiss :  well laugh and weep. 
And fuck each other off to sleep, 
My darling ! 
 
And after, when I come to die, 
You’ll lift your hot lascivious thigh 
And squirt your spendings in my eye, 
My Darling ! 
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