Stay by us my cloven Lord, stay by us a night.
Let bread be broke, hot broth spooned up, for thy forked delight,
Upon'st you make your progress up our stairs to where we wait
Atop the mattress on all fours to pleasure for our date,
Me, my kin, as we give in to all of your hot wiles,
Seeding pouting hams, farming the defiles
Of us submissive sisters, from whence your regal grain shall rise,
As cherubs from the puke of hares and babes from dying flies.
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