Dutch - French - English poem:
Le miroir in her boudoir is inviting me to voir,
Kzient zo groig those colors and noir.
Her and me singing extase in choir,
On our skin sheets as moire, screaming more and more!
Intertwingled coir, simmering in a soutoir.
She‘s the one I want to devour!
I vow to be her man, while I take off the last piece...her peignoir.
My inversed couloir deeps her Loire,
acting as a voissoir, on the arch of her back, do you want more black?
Nope, this was way too intense!
Should be in a reservoir in an antechoir.
I put it out for de mense, so they can take their mouchoir, before we visit the abattoir.
