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.
Walt WhitmanAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: May 31, 1819
- Died: March 26, 1892
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