O how your fingers drowse me! Your breath falls around me like dew—your pulse lulls the tympans of my ears, I feel immerged from head to foot, Delicious—enough.
Walt Whitman, leaves of grass (via that1freak)
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O how your fingers drowse me! Your breath falls around me like dew—your pulse lulls the tympans of my ears, I feel immerged from head to foot, Delicious—enough.
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