| And when she left me I felt no jealousy
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| For company I had this fantasy
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| I imagined her without me in ecstasy
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| Alone or amongst women only
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| When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
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| She tries to touch the centre that comprises herself
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| She sees the shapes that fantasy devises for her
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| She feels beneath her finger how it rises for her
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| Pleasure approaches, she surprises herself
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| When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
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| For my clumsy butter fingers she abandoned me
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| And all my brutal masculinity
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| Now I like to think of her forgetting me utterly
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| Abandoning herself much more skillfully
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| When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
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| She tries to touch the centre that comprises herself
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| She sees the shapes that fantasy devises for her
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| She feels beneath her finger how it rises for her
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| Pleasure approaches, she surprises herself
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| When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
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| Torn away from Kansas like some Dorothy
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| In a Wizard of Oz become pornography
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| Maybe she’ll land on Lesbos and discover Sapphic tendencies
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| In harems full of Eastern promiscuity
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| When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
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| She tries to touch the centre that comprises herself
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| She sees the shapes that fantasy devises for her
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| She feels beneath her finger how it rises for her
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| Pleasure approaches, she surprises herself
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| When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
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| «I could go on for hours … "
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| And when she left me I felt no jealousy
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| For company I had this fantasy
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| I imagined her without me in ecstasy
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| Alone or amongst women only |