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She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.

Jack Kerouac
Soul, Firsts, Lips
Jack Kerouac (2013). “Maggie Cassidy (Annotated)”, p.17, BookBaby
She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.