In most intimate touch we meet,
Lip to lip, Breast to breast,
Suddenly we draw apart
Like strangers surprised at a road’s turning
We see, I, the naked you;
You, the naked me.
There was something of neither of us
That covered the hours,
And we have only touched each other’s bodies
Through veils of flowers.
But let us smile kindly,
Like those already dead,
On the warm flesh
And the marriage bed.
” Enslave me to your wanton charms, Crush me in your velvet arms And make me, make me love you. Make me fire your blood with new desire, And make me kiss you — lip and limb, Till senses reel
and pulses swim…. “
“Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying ‘You gave me the wrong key!”