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I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.

"The Confessions of Aleister Crowley: An Autohagiography". Book by Aleister Crowley (Chapter 54), 1969.
I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.