I shall love, my sweet Ipsitilla,
My delights, my pleasures,
Tell me to come to you during the siesta.
And if you want, thank to its help,
Let nobody shut the leaf,
Or order you to go out,
But stay home and be available
For our nine continuous embraces.
If you really carry on the affair, call me as soon as possible:
I'm tidy indeed and lying full up
Pierce my clothes, you know.
(Translated from Latin by Paolo G. Mazzarello) .
Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello
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