Of thee, my queen of stinky toes;
ur feminine perfumes surround me;
ur red perfume meanders through
my nostrils like day and flowers;
I will drink all ur sweet and bitter
nectar; look and do not deny urself
to your prophet, squire, thirst for
thirst, and you will drink of me in
the gilded brook of the joyful dance
O to ur exquisitely stinky feet; woman's
heady perfume surrounds me; ur red
perfume smashes through my nostrils
like heaven and flowers; I will drink all
your sweet and bitter dew; look, don't
deny your prophet, nostalgia, thirst for
thirst, you will drink of me
of the gilded stream of joyful dancing
ur exquisite smelly feet; Woman's perfume
surrounding me like red petals crushed
to my nostrils like the sky and flowers;
I will drink all ur sweet and bitter dew;
Look, don’t deny ur prophet, Your memory,
ur thirst for understanding thirst, you
will drink w/ me with a happy golden dance
Exquisite smelly feet; Woman's perfume
surrounds me; ur red perfume is crushed
in my nostrils like the sky and flowers;
I will drink all ur sweet and bitter dew;
Look, don’t deny ur prophet,
ur memory, eager to understand
the longing for longing, drink of me
longingly in gold-plated happiness
The woman's stench and delicate feet,
the woman's perfume revolves around
me, ur red perfume is pressed against
my nostrils like the sky and flowers, I
will drink all ur sweet and bitter dew,
see, do not deny ur prophet, ur memory,
longing to understand nostalgic desires,
you will drink w/ me in a cheerful dance
The woman's stench and delicate feet,
the woman's perfume swirled around me,
ur red soles pressed against my nostrils,
I breathe u in like the sky and flowers,
I would drink all your sweet and bitter dew,
see, do not deny you Prophet, ur memory
to understand nostalgic desires,
you will have a cheerful golden dance
The stench of a woman and her thin legs,
the perfume of a woman swirling around
me, ur red spirits snuggled against my
nostrils, like the sky and flowers, I would
drink all your sweet and bitter dew, do
not deprive urself of the Prophet, ur
memories of nostalgic desires, you will
be a joyful dancer made of golden light
A woman and her thin thighs,
the fragrance of a woman revolving
around me, ur red soul blazes
against my nose, like the sky and
the flowers, I will drink all ur sweet
and bitter dew & like rare wine
you do not depreciate w/ the memory
of ur sadness's desires, you will
be a prosperous golden dancer
That a woman and her skinny
thighs wrapped in the perfume
of my wife; despite our soul's
sadness, we will be successful
