Cradled lovingly in your warm embrace,

I thank benign fortune that in your arms

Unkind age is swept aside by your charms,

And savouring that supreme gift of grace,

Once again the pulse of heated desire

Throbs deliciously in my reborn flesh,

Which only youthful beauty could refresh,

Whilst roiling firmness fills my limbs with fire.

I float in your opulent loveliness

Intoxicated by your sweet perfume,

Drowning willingly in the soft caress

Of ample milky breasts whose rosy bloom

Paints the rising passion, which as I press

With mutual rapture will us consume.