if there is anything in this earth that
might be called satisfaction, it is the
delight that I found in my encounters
with you. but having lost the substantial
pleasures of our communions, I will go.
Without them, I can only carry on
for so long. I derived my energy
from that delicacy of passion that
has been my overwhelming substinence,
what with those almond eyes, those rosebud lips,
those chestnut locks, those supple breasts--
vintage vestiges of old eden!
if indeed I have lost paradise, I
will find it again in your bosom.