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1. I’d love all three to take turns riding my cock

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2. Excerpts from:

   I Sing the Body Electric (1855)
   BY WALT WHITMAN
   1
   I sing the body electric,
   The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
   They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
   And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.
   …
   The expression of the face balks account,
   But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,
   It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
   It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him,
   The strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth,
   To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,
   You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.
   …
   The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water,
   The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats, the horseman in his saddle,
   …
   The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sun-down after work,
   The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance,
   The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes;
   The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps,
   The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert,
   The natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curv’d neck and the counting;
   Such-like I love—I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother’s breast with the little child,
   Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen, count.
   …
   4
   I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,
   To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
   To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
   To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
   I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.

   There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,
   All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.
   …
   6
   The male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place,
   He too is all qualities, he is action and power,
   The flush of the known universe is in him,
   Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well,
   The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost become him well, pride is for him,
   The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul,
   Knowledge becomes him, he likes it always, he brings every thing to the test of himself,
   Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail he strikes soundings at last only here,
   (Where else does he strike soundings except here?)

   The man’s body is sacred and the woman’s body is sacred,
   No matter who it is, it is sacred—is it the meanest one in the laborers’ gang?
   Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
   Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you,
   Each has his or her place in the procession.

   (All is a procession,
   The universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.)
   …
   9
   O my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you,
   I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the soul, (and that they are the soul,)
   I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems, and that they are my poems,
   Man’s, woman’s, child’s, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s, father’s, young man’s, young woman’s poems,
   Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears,
   Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eyebrows, and the waking or sleeping of the lids,
   Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges,
   Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,
   Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue,
   Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind-shoulders, and the ample side-round of the chest,
   Upper-arm, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones,
   Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger, finger-joints, finger-nails,
   Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-side,
   Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone,
   Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round, man-balls, man-root,
   Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,
   Leg fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under-leg,
   Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel;
   All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body or of any one’s body, male or female,
   The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean,
   The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,
   Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, maternity,
   Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,
   The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and risings,
   The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,
   Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,
   Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening,
   The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,
   The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair,
   The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body,
   The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out,
   The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees,
   The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones,
   The exquisite realization of health;
   O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,
   O I say now these are the soul!

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3. test

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4. It’s all good until you get to the weird feet! But still I love it.

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