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Devil’s ring<\/strong><\/p>\n

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“Devil’s Ring” call the Clitoris<\/p>\n

Some religious<\/p>\n

And some cloistered nuns<\/p>\n

What do they see in the vertical smile<\/p>\n

Of the feminine loving body<\/p>\n

The virtue that claps and kisses<\/p>\n

The evil inclinations of the male<\/p>\n

Or the devil<\/p>\n

That are better than bread<\/p>\n

Or the Couplets of the Mystique<\/p>\n

What does she tell us like her:<\/p>\n

-Well, let’s go to bed.<\/p>\n

Let’s make sacrifice<\/p>\n

That a good night anyone spends it.<\/p>\n

The grace of seeing and touching a Clitoris<\/p>\n

It appeared to me<\/p>\n

While sleeping<\/p>\n

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Put the head<\/p>\n

Under the pillow<\/p>\n

Looking from the navel to Sex<\/p>\n

And in the mesh of stockings<\/p>\n

A stuffed with mystical crosses<\/p>\n

Of a female who says that she goes<\/p>\n

For mayor or president<\/p>\n

Of a Community or Nation.<\/p>\n

Like me, back in the day<\/p>\n

I gave myself to Religion and Philosophy<\/p>\n

I stripped this half body<\/p>\n

Putting away all the crosses<\/p>\n

Pulling them hard<\/p>\n

Against the floor<\/p>\n

Bowing to Pussy<\/p>\n

That it was vicious, a thief and a forger<\/p>\n

Ringing and pressing your doorbell<\/p>\n

That it sounded like a plate or crockery<\/p>\n

In a kitchen sink.<\/p>\n

With the googly eyes of a monkey<\/p>\n

I put my head between her thighs<\/p>\n

Licking lips and nymphs<\/p>\n

Biting her clitoris<\/p>\n

Jumping, later, with it in the mouth.<\/p>\n

She who saw it, she didn’t care<\/p>\n

And, laughing, she blurted out this proverb<\/p>\n

Leaning on a sideboard or table<\/p>\n

Consistory Style:<\/p>\n

“Laughing, and without Clitoris<\/p>\n

I will win the elections.\u201d<\/p>\n

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In this passageway<\/strong><\/p>\n

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In this passageway<\/p>\n

What I call “Passage of Love”<\/p>\n

She cut a branch<\/p>\n

I cut a flower<\/p>\n

Making us two in one<\/p>\n

Like the mule that goes to plow<\/p>\n

With the donkey.<\/p>\n

Playing the castanets<\/p>\n

She waits for me at midnight<\/p>\n

I played her tambourine<\/p>\n

With the pestle handle<\/p>\n

That resonates well<\/p>\n

While the shepherd<\/p>\n

What’s left in the town<\/p>\n

Takes the sheep to the Ejido<\/p>\n

Giving joy and life<\/p>\n

To the sad and dark hermitage.<\/p>\n

While in the barn<\/p>\n

Stay more than four hens<\/p>\n

Of sorrow crying.<\/p>\n

-What a fool you are<\/p>\n

I tell her.<\/p>\n

-You really are stupid<\/p>\n

she tells me<\/p>\n

While on the roof<\/p>\n

Cat and cat<\/p>\n

Are making love.<\/p>\n

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The queen outlived<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I met this great queen and better lady<\/p>\n

In a game of colors<\/p>\n

Of smiles and love<\/p>\n

With a beautiful report about her<\/p>\n

From a television in the bar at the Hotel L’Ancresse Bay<\/p>\n

Guernsey, Channel Islands<\/p>\n

Some time ago.<\/p>\n

We, my girl friend from Northern Ireland<\/p>\n

And I, a Spanish heartthrob<\/p>\n

English both at heart<\/p>\n

Suitable for each other<\/p>\n

Applaud this report<\/p>\n

That was priceless<\/p>\n

Well, Queen Elizabeth II<\/p>\n

Beautiful like no other<\/p>\n

Physically very attractive<\/p>\n

Showed an open mind<\/p>\n

And a love for her people to the fullest.<\/p>\n

So open she was<\/p>\n

“A magical queen”<\/p>\n

That even the rock music that challenged her:<\/p>\n

“Sex Pistols’ God Save The Queen”<\/p>\n

The folk music of:<\/p>\n

“The Stone Roses’ Elizabeth My Dear”<\/p>\n

The distorted punk rock music of:<\/p>\n

\u201cManic Street Preachers\u2019 Repeat (Stars and Stripes)\u201d<\/p>\n

The Smiths with Morrisey’s sarcastic lyrics<\/p>\n

And the guitars of Johnny Marr<\/p>\n

In “The Queen Is Dead”<\/p>\n

And \u201cDreaming Of The Queen\u201d<\/p>\n

Pop key song<\/p>\n

From singer Neil Tennat of Pet Shop Boys<\/p>\n

Made her smile<\/p>\n

Without stealing her sweet dreams.<\/p>\n

She,\u00a0 the Queen<\/p>\n

Slept with grace and gallantry<\/p>\n

Like the one these groups showed<\/p>\n

When singing<\/p>\n

Demonstrating her ability to rule<\/p>\n

With that beautiful face<\/p>\n

Like that of a rose<\/p>\n

Of the flowery month of April.<\/p>\n

She, with real humor, said about these singers:<\/p>\n

-\u201cThese Kids are like beetles that route\u201d.<\/p>\n

Definitely yes<\/p>\n

She was \u201cthe Jewel in the Crown\u201d.<\/p>\n

Her reign was clear, colorful and beautiful.<\/p>\n

She was proud of her reign<\/p>\n

And her british people<\/p>\n

Teaching us her special real meaning<\/p>\n

And the power of it.<\/p>\n

-Queen Elizabeth II distills \u201cdivine nectar\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne day she became Queen<\/p>\n

And she was Queen forever\u201d<\/p>\n

My Irish friend told me.<\/p>\n

-Like you, I told her<\/p>\n

That when I see you I sigh<\/p>\n

When I admire your reflection<\/p>\n

Because you are a girl<\/p>\n

Doing and very pretty<\/p>\n

And you’ve got a little house<\/p>\n

Where our love nests.<\/p>\n

-Don’t look so much at the Queen<\/p>\n

That you make me angry, she told me.<\/p>\n

I replied:<\/p>\n

-I look at and admire that face so salty<\/p>\n

And she makes me want to look at you<\/p>\n

And steal your heart.<\/p>\n

The Queen outlived!<\/p>\n

Thanks to the orgasm squirts<\/p>\n

From the television networks and world press<\/p>\n

Announcing her last Orgasm<\/p>\n

Addict to the people that sings:<\/p>\n

“When the Queen pisses<\/p>\n

The sovereign people says<\/p>\n

That it\u2019s raining.”<\/p>\n

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