As for me, I dreamed of a dark-haired man bending over me
to brush my lips with his burning red mouth
and I woke up overwhelmed, palpitating and happier
then I had ever imagined I could possibly be.

Return often and take me,
Beloved sensation, return and take me-
when the memory of the body awakens,
and old desire again runs through the blood;
when the lips and the skin remember,
and the hands feel as if they touch again.

Return often and take me at night,
when the lips and the skin remember...