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Wanna giback stroke for stroke
Her two broad leaves, her valve
opening in succulent reception
of muliplicand to multiplier,
her condition excellent for pleasure,
the whole been truth

Want to giback stroke for stroke.
She murmurs and I lay on bolivarian peaks
for thirty-two furlongs and their multiples
hair by hair she tightens
Lady Blubberlips, an Ouevre in two parts
till I can't live without
or with that touching.

Can't giback stroke for stroke.
We'll never saddle that bull-y. I dribble
from egoism and that mortal friction
of sheets
since the woman is
— how heavy she's become!

And female is the soul of the absent one.
And female is my soul.