Darling, let me plant a kiss upon thy lips;
Not those; the ones which lay betwixt your hips;
That scented bloom; beguiling flower,
Where stirs the very root of our desire.
Caress my lips with that moistened bud;
Arouse the fire within my tired blood,
I’ll softly plant my tongue within,
For the harvest of every love is sin.
Oh sweet maiden come with me;
There are such wonders for us to see.
Let us devour our lovers’ fruits;
What joy there grows in such pursuits!