Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms,I filled with love, and she all over charms;Both equally inspired with eager fire,Melting through kindness, flaming in desire.With arms,legs,lips close clinging to embrace,She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to her face.Her nimble tongue, Love's lesser lightening, playedWithin my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyedSwift orders that I should prepare to
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