Walk with me vile woman,
Through the studded door,
Set amidst the ancient wall
Of crumbling ancient stone.
Through there lies a garden,
Fashioned by a whore.
Together we will trace its paths
And taste its wanton wilderness,
Sweetly on our dripping tongues,
Fresh from private pleasured sexes.
Ilustrated by Ángel Yagüe Criado
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