Right Fuckin' On, Walt

“This is the female form, vapor,
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor,
all falls aside but myself and it,
Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed,
Mad filament, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable...”

               ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass