The Cat
Come, my fine cat, to my amorous heart; Please let your claws be concealed. And let me plunge into your beautiful eyes, Coalescence of agate and steel. When my leisurely fingers are stroking your head And your body's elasticity, And my hand becomes drunk with the pleasure it finds In the feel of electricity, My woman comes into my mind. Her regard Like your own, my agreeable beast, Is deep and is cold, and it splits like a spear, And, from her head to her feet, A subtle and dangerous air of perfume Floats always around her brown skin.
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"Come, my fine cat, to my amorous heart;..."
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