They wink at wild and warlike guys: those undulating Uigher wives

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Wine all night they drink to sigh then pine outside to be with child while time combines both hearth and mind ties tides twixt tears in tights on thighs as wide eyed vials they plied in guise guide writhing styles till sleeps surprise oh my! The morn! How shy they rise and fly back home still high to hide inside the life of a Uigher bride.

 

Know this, Uighers: dat ho lie.