All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.