That Women May Sing of Us

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That Women May Sing of Us

I have felt their eyes upon me,
   Searing my soul with their burning,
I have known their hard hands on me
   Vibrant with deep locked yearning.

Why did their hands grow cold
   As they slid along my thighs?
And the fires so fierce and old
   Turn to ashes in their eyes?