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ON thy purple mat thy body bare Is fine and limber like a tender tree.
The motion of thy supple form is rare, Like a lithe panther lolling languidly,
Toying and turning slowly in her lair. Oh,
I would never ask for more of thee,
Thou art so clean in passion and so fair. Enough! if thou wilt ask no more of me!
Claude McKay
Festus Claudius "Claude" McKay (September 15, 1889[1] – May 22, 1948) was a Jamaican writer and poet, and was a central figure in the Harlem Ren
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