The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1

These legs I opened to joy, this honey that flowed out in the joy—now these legs are twisted in pain and the honey flows with the blood. The same pose and the same wetness of passion but this is dying and not loving.

-Anaïs Nin

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