Jewels of Romance/Jewels of Romance/Amourache
AMOURACHÉ
Thy wondrous body ofttimes in rapture hath
given
Its fragrance, its warmth, and its softness to
mine;
The throbbing velvet of thy rose-crowned breasts
hath driven
Me mad, as I kissed the flaming tips divine.
And yet I wanted thee still more.
The pink-tinted plain beneath thy breasts' youth-
shapen curve
Hath ofttimes rested my head - my tongue
at loss
To describe in words the beauteous sight my
eyes observe,
Portals of thy soul, through strands of mid-
night floss.
And yet I wanted thee still more.
And when my lips, drenched in the precious
wine of thy soul,
Once again sought clinging refuge upon yours,
The ecstasy glowing in thine eyes told me my
goal
Had been won - that thou wert mine forever-
more.
And yet I wanted thee still more.
I could love thee and sate thee for a thousand
more years;
I could build thee a palace still more sublime
Than the Taj Mahal, warm India's mansion of
tears,
For my love knows no limit of space or time
And yet I would want thee still more.