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“All of Her is Holy Site (Boys Be Men, Sonnet) Way to a woman's heart is through her eyes, not between her legs. All of her is holy site, to wander unwelcome even with eyes is sickness. First be her sanctuary, her safe haven, then be the filthiest beast you can be. Slave to her kinks between the sheets, and in society be her shameless shield. Anybody can stay the night, takes backbone to stay the life. Penetration of flesh is animal affair, human miracle is to touch the mind. Boys be Men! Lift your brain above your belt. In monsoon be her brolly, in drought be her rain.”

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