Sweetest Ipsitilla, I'd really love
to come round after lunch, if that's OK,
You're sweet enough to be dessert. I'll say
such pretty things to you. So please remove
all other punters from your client book.
I really won't be happy if your door
is bolted when I get there. Please be sure
you don't go street-walking that day. I'll look
for you. Stay in and do your nails and hair,
and dress up in your very nicest things.
I'll fuck you nine times. When your door-bell rings,
it will be me, so you'd better prepare
for shagging. Through my shirt and through my cloak,
you'll see my well-stuffed bloated pricklet poke.