Whitman

From Leaves of Grass (1855):

I mind how we lay in June, such a transparent summer morning;

You settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me,

And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my barestript heart,

And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.

Whitman, circa 1855



Whitman, in later life (circa 1873-1891):