my neck, my back
Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial,
Depriving me of my best as for a purpose,
Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist,
Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and
Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away,
They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the
edges of me,
No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my
Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while,
Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.
You villain touch! what are you doing? my breath is tight in
Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me.