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- This is the female form,
- A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
- It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
- I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it,
- Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed,
- Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable,
- Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all diffused,
- Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love flesh swelling and deliciously aching,
- Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice,
- Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn,
- Undulating into the willing and yielding day,
- Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh'd day.
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- -- WaltWhitman,
- "I Sing the Body Electric"
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