He touched
           a woman
                        once,
   she gave him
                         a look,
                                              he took it in his heart for ever.

The more her canine teeth,
dip deeper, on his shoulder,
on crossing the threshold of pleasure,
the more he gets elated;
then, a doubt raises its head
and whispers,*"just being  plain dutiful,
or was it, like she felt, really beautiful?"

Battered by the waves of life, bone tired,
I enter the chamber of  long night, to sleep naked;
*In a dream she comes, my dark maiden
waiting to take me to the last forgetfulness