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MATHILDE 
 
MATHILDE 
 
O large lips opening outward like a flower 
To breathe upon my face that clings to thee ! 
O wanton breasts that heave deliciously  
And tempt my eager teeth !  Oh cruel power 
Of wide deep thighs that make me furious 
As they enclasp me and swing to and fro 
With passion that grows pale and drives the flow 
Of the fast fragrant blood of both of us 
Into the awful link that knits us close 
With chain electric !  O have mercy yet 
In drawing out my life in this desire 
To consummate this moment all the gross 
Lusts of to-night, and pay the sudden dept 
That with strong water shall put out our fire !