Ruth Ann

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I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.
Leaves Of Grass: The First Edition of 1855 + The Death Bed Edition of 1892
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