Beneath your feet you clever lass
A wine of vintage rare create.
From naked fools their raw desire
distilled for your desires to sate.
Destruction and creation all
In this dance of woman's power.
The slave a grape for you to rape
To prance while he doth cower.
To be so used was ever my fate
Make my body your rough street
That takes us to another place
I soar, beneath your feet.

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Copyright 2003

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