Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching, rosy-red and shy: Her bottom now doth, like a garment, wear The radiance of her spanking; blushing, bare, Her cheeks, so peachy, tender, rounded, lie Open unto my hand, and to my eye, All soft and quivering in the morning air. Never did palm more passionately heat A rear so lovely, nor with such a thrill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, twin cheeks so sweet, My hand, unbidden, lifts as if at will! Dear girl! to spank you makes my joy complete, Long may these beauteous mounds stay blushing still!
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