\ / \ / \ / \ _______________________________________________________________ / | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | THE DESIRE LIGHTS ON MY TONGUE AND MY BELLY GROWLS | | AND I WILL GOBBLE UP ALL THE BULL-VAULTING BOYS | | WHO SEE A CHALLENGE AND WILL NOT ADMIT THEY SAW | | BEAUTY IN MY HEAVING FLANKS, DARK FUR FLATTENED | | BY SWEAT, MUSCLES STRAINING TO BREAK FROM MY SKIN | | AND MIX WITH THEIRS | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |_______________________________________________________________| / \ / \ / \ / \