Cradled lovingly in your warm embrace,
I thank benign fortune that in your arms
Unkind age is swept aside by your charms,
And savouring that supreme gift of grace,
Once again the pulse of heated desire
Throbs deliciously in my reborn flesh,
Which only youthful beauty could refresh,
Whilst roiling firmness fills my limbs with fire.
I float in your opulent loveliness
Intoxicated by your sweet perfume,
Drowning willingly in the soft caress
Of ample milky breasts whose rosy bloom
Paints the rising passion, which as I press
With mutual rapture will us consume.
