Never will you let me
Tire of leaping passion;
Never can I grow weary
Of undesired joys.
The delicate strength of your bosom;
Your hands' incredible softness;
The fluent curve of your body;
The fierceness of your lips;
Ceaselessly do they call me—
You and your eloquent beauty
Are challenge and invitation
Too ravishing to resist.
Always the burning summons,
The sweet, imperative madness,
Rides over me, like a conqueror,
Careless and confident...
Even so goes Love,
Trampling and invincible;
With rapt and pitiless beauty,
Rough-shod over the world!