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ADDRESSED TO WORLD CUP PINUP
O Sophie, throw that ball to me;
My parts, now cupped, you will thus see
When I catch it with opened hand
Before on my skin it doth land.
Don't kick that ball, you understand,
Lest it be of 'the other kind'.
Cradle it in your lovinghands
As if it were one of my glands.
Just smile and watch your football king
Run round and kick, in fullest swing.
When he has scored, he'll turn around
And smile to you from the green ground.
And should it be my team has won,
We'll rendezvous to have some fun.
Let your victor enjoy his spoils,
Smearing you with sensuous oils.
My parts, now cupped, you will thus see
When I catch it with opened hand
Before on my skin it doth land.
Don't kick that ball, you understand,
Lest it be of 'the other kind'.
Cradle it in your lovinghands
As if it were one of my glands.
Just smile and watch your football king
Run round and kick, in fullest swing.
When he has scored, he'll turn around
And smile to you from the green ground.
And should it be my team has won,
We'll rendezvous to have some fun.
Let your victor enjoy his spoils,
Smearing you with sensuous oils.
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