And now what, my love, When I may never feel your beard Tickling my breasts again? I wonder: How soon will I be able to lose myself When another pair of hands Spread my ass cheeks To taste the offering? Will it be his fingers or hers? I don't know, Because I've always been curious Of a woman's tongue sliding down What I so readily gave to you. She might find the things you never did In the red cave that welcomed you So ma...