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| 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 |
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