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That Women May Sing of Us
I have felt their eyes upon me,
Searing my soul with their burning,
I have known their hard hands on me
Vibrant with deep locked yearning.
Why did their hands grow cold
As they slid along my thighs?
And the fires so fierce and old
Turn to ashes in their eyes?
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