An Intoxicating Woman

The rapture imparted By your tender smile And blue inviting eyes Is astonishing and consuming! What man could kiss your mouth And not be lost for eternity With love for you? What man who ever felt Your warm breath upon his chest Could do anything less Than breathe heavy sighs thereafter Whenever you escaped his sight? I haven’t desired you for an afternoon, I want more than a rendezvous In an hotel room, More than slowly removing your skirt One time as excitedly and nervously As a child on his first day at school: I want to kiss the nape of your neck For a never-ending mystical epoch, I want to hold your breasts Like a saint cleansing his soul Touching holy water! You think I speak insanely Like a drunkard inflamed with wine! You laugh like I’ll forget these words Tomorrow when I’m sober! As long as you walk in this world As an intoxicating woman With movements so elegantly graceful As to enslave the attention Of both men and women, I’ll never be sober! I’ll always be a raving madman Falling at your feet In fits of desperate infatuation!