Lo Gilda (Restored)

Go ahead, boys. Gently, gently. You know that, my dears, love.

It's like a rite, and as such it must be savored with great devotion, good, good I see.

You know me, as bees on flowers taste that nectar, so dear touch her, kiss her,.

Nice touch that velvety skin, give her the thrills of pleasure, let her enjoy it.

But gently, gently,... gently in one.