The untapped vine,
Of a radiant unsexed rose petal-
"Art thou not a lonely soul?
Let me walk the lonely lane to feel the saintly beauty- like a boneybee upon the antha of a rose- I'm a comely man"!

WOMAN:
locked in the dryness of a lonely soul:
"Softly my soul drips for his magical gait
My stiff apples leap in a cold wind swing at the sight of his alluring comeliness
creamy my cached berry becomes....

MAN:
"Come, O beauteous lady,
Though the world infest with fraities- Such untapped vine, longs my soul....
When my black veins beat in the impulse of love
As drum beat from the coast shall I dance to thee".

WOMAN:
Swung in the imagination of his manliness:
"O my long dry thighs wet as leaf in the shore.
Shall he sunk with a smooth swing in me and my head laid down on his shackles of snow balls,
The mushroom of my undying throb savage in a warm edge, slowly and slowly deep down....
For I'm lost in the shadows of his grip!

MAN:
Come my lady,
Draw nigh O' angel, with thee shall i make another heaven for us.
For the cold world is lonely.
Come hear the piano from my heart play
Taste of the sweat-drops of my black veins quench your thirst
And feel the warmth of my bosom all for thee.