Walt Whitman — "A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking…"
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking. Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my passions, Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet, Bathing myself, bathing my songs in sex.
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