Let the evening melt in thy bosoms,
Let the stars blush one last time.
Behold! The crowd of jasmine blossoms,
Sway amuck to the breezy rhyme.

I pull thou close and kiss thy lips,
Let thy bosoms dance to the air.
I stare bibulous at bare thy hips,
As they waltz high on that chair.

The curtains dance to the intruding breeze,
The candle flame...