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GAMIANI
What do you say, my beloved? What is it you say? I am so happy. Your hair is lovely, how silky it is! It slips through my fingers: so golden, and as fine as silk. Your forehead is snowy white and pure, more beautiful than a lily. Your eyes are sweet, your mouth beautiful too. You are white, like satin, with such a natural perfume, an angel from head to foot. You are the angel of voluptuousness. Oh, these dresses, these laces, these strings… Take them all off, let me see you naked… Be quick, come to me, I am already undressed. Ah, that's fine. You are dazzling… Stand up, let me admire your beauty. If only I could paint, draw your portrait in one moment… Wait, let me kiss your feet, your knees, your breast, your lips.
Kiss me, hold me tight, tighter. Ah, what happiness… what joy… She loves me!
The two bodies now made only one. Only the two heads were a little apart, and the eyes looked into each other with a ravishing expression. Their lips were trembling, laughing or glued to each other in ecstasy.
