Soft, lovely rose-like lips, conjoined with mine!
Breathing out precious incense such!
(Such as at Paphos smoke to VENUS' shrine)
Making my lips immortal with their touch!
My cheeks, with touch of thy soft cheeks, divine;
Thy soft warm cheeks, which VENUS favours much!
Those arms, such arms! which me embraced,
Me, with immortal cincture girding round
Of everlasting bliss! then bound
With her enfolded thighs in mine entangled;
And both in one self-soul placed,
Made a hermaphrodite, with pleasure ravished!
There, heat for heat's, soul for soul's empire wrangled!
Why died not I, with love so largely lavished?
For 'wake (not finding truth of dreams before)
It secret vexeth ten times more!