Please, my sweet Ipsithilla, my delight, my charmer: order me to come to you at
noon. And if you should order this, it will be useful if no one makes fast the
outer door [against me], and don't be minded to go out, but stay at home and
prepare for us nine continuous love-makings. In truth if you are minded, give
the order at once: for breakfast over, I lie supine and ripe, poking through
both tunic and cloak.
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