An Intoxicating Woman
The rapture imparted
by Uriah Hamilton
By your tender smile
And blue inviting eyes
Is astonishing and consuming!
What man could kiss your mouth
And not be lost for eternity
With love for you?
What man who ever felt
Your warm breath upon his chest
Could do anything less
Than breathe heavy sighs thereafter
Whenever you escaped his sight?
I haven’t desired you for an afternoon,
I want more than a rendezvous
In an hotel room,
More than slowly removing your skirt
One time as excitedly and nervously
As a child on his first day at school:
I want to kiss the nape of your neck
For a never-ending mystical epoch,
I want to hold your breasts
Like a saint cleansing his soul
Touching holy water!
You think I speak insanely
Like a drunkard inflamed with wine!
You laugh like I’ll forget these words
Tomorrow when I’m sober!
As long as you walk in this world
As an intoxicating woman
With movements so elegantly graceful
As to enslave the attention
Of both men and women,
I’ll never be sober!
I’ll always be a raving madman
Falling at your feet
In fits of desperate infatuation!