loveless lust

I cherish your lips when they're wet with wine
What's more,

red with a wild want;
I adore your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with an energetic fire.
I adore your arms when the warm white substance
Touches mine in an affectionate grasp;
I cherish your hair when the strands entrap
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the icy, quiet kiss
Of a virgin's bloodless love;
Not for me the holy person's white joy,
Nor the core of a spotless bird.
Be that as it may, give me the affection that so unreservedly gives
What's more, giggles at the entire world's fault,
With your body so youthful and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart afire.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
What's more, say with an intensity conceived of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Catch me shut in your warm youthful arms,
While the pale stars sparkle above,
What's more, we'll experience our entire youthful lives away
In the delights of a living adoration.