Erotic Medieval Poet: Gwerful Mechain
Gone Medieval
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The King of Cool
I thought it was playful, definitely, but it was also aimed at shocking a male audience. Every poet, drunken fool, thinks he is just the king of cool. He always declaves fruitless praise of all the girls in his male gaze. Then with his finest magic, before when I thought it was tragic, he pays homage to God's mind and emptyology. It's not quite right. But he's left the girl, the middle, undraced. That place where children are conceived. Blue-all bright quim, does not say that tender, plump, pulsating, broken ring - that's the place I love. You female body, your strong and fair
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