The bane of the wolf, and the hem

Locked in place, cannot be lifted or slid up

Cannot be fucked or licked

I am to you as the sun is to a wet road

as the acolyte is to the candle

as the birth was to Jesuits and ties

bane of the leopard, monk and woman

salty on the back of your neck

wherever you sleep there's

good loving in Marabella