Oh smother me under your kisses, Your kisses that crackle and burn With fervor so hot that it hisses, Demanding a sizzling return, Oh, seize me and clasp me and take me With merciless force to your breast And crush me so tight that you break me With strength that is brutal—but blest. Oh, love me with pulsating passion, Regardless of life and of death. And clutch me in feverish fashion So close that I falter for breath. Your flaming eyes hold and enslave me. I writhe in your arms and I swoon And the tides of forgetfulness lave me In the sheen of the palpitant moon. My hair is a net to ensnare you, My arms are a withe to enfold, My lips are a—"Sir! Why, how @3dare@1 you! What reason have you to be bold! My verses, you say, are so shady, Erotic and fiery?—Maybe, But as for @3myself,@1 I'M a lady So don't get familiar with me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ALARIC AT ROME by MATTHEW ARNOLD ST. MARTIN'S WALL by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG PSALM 142 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON A VIOLA D'AMORE by MATHILDE BLIND IRELAND'S VENGEANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THREE EPISTLES TO G. LLOYD ON A PASSAGE FROM HOMER'S ILIAD: 2 by JOHN BYROM |