Night of love. Under the shadow of accomplice:
The naive temptation. In the grove
The reason for life is sinning
Like a dream of precocious hysteria,
There are burning sweats on the skins:
Deaf germination in the arteries;
Protests in the untapped curves
And in your daring pupil, frank offers.
Ideality is dyed blushes
Like a pale lily, of shame:
In open and stained beds
The passion is spread. Night arches
His great complicity on the lack;
The lily of your sex breaks down,
And it signals your trembling flesh
The fatal index of my clumsiness.
Oh the thirst of my lips, whose kisses
Recharge the intention that surrounds us!
Oh the carmine of your lips, whose pride
It pales to the glow of your hips!
Give me your body. My macho forgiveness
Will watch the extinction of your purity,
Like a powerful and thoughtful faun
On the collapse of a Greek statue.