Naked, but for love modesty is unfit,
On my mouth I pressed hers.
And, in carnal trembling, she said:
—Lower, my love, I want your kiss!
In the brute unconsciousness of desire
Frenetic, my mouth obeyed,
And her breasts, so rigid I bit,
Making them stir in sweet uprising.
In sighs of infinite enjoyment
She told me, still almost shouting:
—Lower, my love!—in a frenzy.
In her belly I laid my mouth
—Lower, my love!—she said, crazy,
Moralists, forgive! I obeyed...