Virgin tight. Eager slick
pulsing gateway
to the outer limits of cosmic funkiness.
Muscles surge. Tense. Relax.
Spasm to the shuddering swish
of hushed and frantic rhythm. sucking
an eruption of ancestor elixir
hotter than plutonium.
Finding yourself. Hollering like James Brown.

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