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Way down south
 past the mound of Venus; 
through the short curly hairs,
 
secure under her hood, lives the nun. And when she's coaxed 
just the right way you moan and dance.
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Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 12:56 PM UTC
The Nun
Way down south
 past the mound of Venus; 
through the short curly hairs,
 
secure under her hood, lives the nun. And when she's coaxed 
just the right way you moan and dance.
- From Songs for my Lovers
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Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 12:56 PM UTC
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