Lover, why do you come here?
I can tell you that I love your mouth
And you will use it somehow to slake my own thirsts.
You clasp it to me, drink me in, bite me bloody.
You allow me to pass my parcel through it
And fill you to my own satisfaction.
Oh, thank Madame.
She plants the Seed and waters the soil
With the Cyprian sea.
As She deserves my Grace
You, Flower, deserve my love.
Lover, why me?
Because I cannot suffer a breath
Without you in it.
Everything in you knows me,
Calls in answer to my deepest questions.
You taste as wine
And are as intoxicating.
Oh, thank Madame.
She ages me with care,
Rolling me slowly for richness
Bringing me to the table at the precise moment
You will enjoy me most.
And as She deserves my Grace
You, delicious Liquor, are to be tasted daily.
Madame says day is breaking
And there is the matter of the bill.
Pray, tell Madame she will see my money soon.
I must have you again before day breaks us.
Lover, you are Greedy.
And Gluttonous to excess.
I enjoy the Feast you have set before me.
Spread it again so I may have a morsel before I go.
Oh, thank Madame.
She prepares me so I can set the Feast
To Madame, to my Flower and to my return.
Now bring your finger to my cheek and steal a tear
For day, I fear, has broken my heart.
