SEX AT FIRST SIGHT

or

Already in Her Eyes, the Ecstasy of the Night




Women are the spice of life:
Temptingly glowing already by day –
but a fire only after dark!

Her enchanting smile greets me ...
Sympathy leaves its traces, its first traces.
Irresistibly sweet and alluring,
she looks at me again and again.
Irresistibly sweet and alluring,
until I can think of nothing but her.

Sympathy leaves its traces –
yes, I like you very much.
Sympathy leaves unmistakable traces –
my eyes begin to wander over the contours of her body ...
My desire awakens,
passion is kindled,
and already in her eyes
I see the ecstasy of the night reflected.

Her charm, too, has touched my soul in a vulnerable place:
The way she dances, the way she kisses,
so utterly enchanted, so completely a woman –
never before have I felt the absence of passion so deeply.
And whenever my desire awakens again,
already in her eyes
I see the ecstasy of the night reflected.

Days later ...
Lightly veiled, she basks in the sun,
a wild, desirous feminine dream.
As if in a trance, I lie beside her ...
We talk and laugh,
we want to do a thousand things –
on this wonderful day

... and yet we think only of the night.

Tenderness, yes, tenderness –
not only the soul awakens.
Tenderness, so much tenderness –
in her beautiful eyes
the desire of the night is reflected.

Nothing but ...
the longing of the sexes
and the ecstasy of the night.
Nothing but ...
Eros fantasies
and the desire of the night.


 

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