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e. e. cummings

e. e. cummings

I like my body when it is with your body.
It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body.
I like what it does, I like its hows.
I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,
and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which I will again and again and again kiss,
I like kissing this and that of you,
I like, slowly stroking the shocking fuzz of your electric fur,
and what-is-it comes over parting flesh….
And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly I like the thrill

of under me you so quite new.