Dear sweet libertine of mine,
Whose soul is as black
and dissolute as mine.
Meet me!

O-Sweet and nasty brother!
Bring back the memory of a mass
like no other.
For dressed tonight in black net,
Betting a smile I will get,
And I'm sure a guarantee.

Libertine of mine,thoughts of us
Twisting and turning in my mind!
Perhaps I should stay away
from your touch.
But at last I trust I will do what a paramour must...
                             -Ma vie privee!

ILYSF