[Pant, pant. Every drop leaves his loins. He moves so that they may press together. The seed spilled is christening this ship. Far better than champagne. Could anything taste better than Orange's skin? Even coming down from the hottest heat of passion Lawrence finds it to have an intoxicating taste.
The man's fingers in his hair is allowed. His braids must be redone before the next day. What does it matter now.]
You ride well.
[While he is still hardened he presses and grinds as a pestle to mortar.]
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[Pant, pant. Every drop leaves his loins. He moves so that they may press together. The seed spilled is christening this ship. Far better than champagne. Could anything taste better than Orange's skin? Even coming down from the hottest heat of passion Lawrence finds it to have an intoxicating taste.
The man's fingers in his hair is allowed. His braids must be redone before the next day. What does it matter now.]
You ride well.
[While he is still hardened he presses and grinds as a pestle to mortar.]