The smooth rude muscle, calm and slow and tender,
The alabaster shaft, the pale pink shrine,
The crimson glory of the lustrous gland
Lurking in dewy darkness half-concealed,
Like a rose-bud peeping from clasped silken sheath.

—#JohnAddingtonSymonds, c 1870 Phallus Impudicus

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Wingless upon your pinions forth I fly;
Heavenward your spirit stirreth me to strain;

—#Michelangelo, Sonnet
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