My beautiful my sweet Ipsitilla,
my delicious leopard,
nubile & wet as the mediterranean.
and so sensuous, so lewd in her adieus,
never limited to table-top observances,
she bares her tits for our libations,
sad such noblemen as us must leave,
hoping her future can include us.
but if age should wear her beauty, even as statues are worn,
no prince or wolf or satyr will come home
to pierce her tunic with his prick.