It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,
Was trickling through my dreaming soul,
When the vague form of a vibrant ghost
Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly
Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,
And offering me her flickering tongue,
Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,
Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,
In seeming, my open hand discloses,
Now, with twin caresses stroking her.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,
What sweet odour from her mouth’s excess,
What rubies and what diamonds were there.