Love, I adore the contours of thy shape,Thine exquisite breasts and arms adorable;The wonders of thy heavenly throat compelSuch fire of love as even my dreams escape:I love thee as the sea-foam loves the cape,Or as the shore the sea's enchanting spell:In sweets the blossoms of thy mouth excelThe tenderest bloom of peach or purple grape.
I love thee, sweet! Kiss me, again, again!Thy kisses soothe me as tired earth the rain;Between thine arms I find mine only bliss:Ah let me in thy bosom still enjoyOblivion of the past, divinest boy,And the dull ennui of a woman's kiss!
