Let me lick those tears-- such expressive sighs!
And search out next those drops between your thighs.
Remorse, soon dry, these tears shall shed no more
(My kiss evaporates her wat'ry store);
But when my lips impress your nether well
Ever more moist she learns to drip and swell.
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