If our colors are struck and the fighting done? Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. Nicol helps Eveline take off her red bra and cups her tits together, playing with her nipples. A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving. So they esibizione their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession. All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me. The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate. The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe. I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders, On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand, She had long eyelashes, her head was bare, her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reach'd to her feet. I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air. Eveline bends over the bed in the doggystyle position while Nicol pulls off her panties and gets to work on her perfect ass.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak. Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather, The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them. Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches, These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves. I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them? Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks. Does the daylight astonish? Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. Where are you off to, lady?
Eveline licks it clean then bends Nicol back over before using an even bigger glass dildo on her! I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air. Night of south winds--night of the large few stars! I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me, And the look of the bay abisso shames silliness out of me. Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you! I hear the train'd soprano what work with hers is this?
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