Nina
Don't kiss me so passionately,
So often, gentle, dear friend!
And don't whisper hourly.
Lovemaking me in your hearing;
Don't fall on my chest in ecstasy,
Hold me, don't frown.
Tender passion flame modestly;
And if, through the extent of burns,
And the pleasures of feeling full,-
Goes out soon and will pass.
And, Oh! then will come suddenly boredom,
Ostuda, disgust for us.
I wish you to kiss a hundred times,
But you kiss me only once,
And the propriety, so, dispassionately,
Without any sweet at once,
Like a brother kisses his sister:
That will be eternal our Union.
But oh do your beautiful breasts caress me,
for my lust is greater than thou,
and the orgasm comes close to the morning light,
as I sit still and try to forget thee with all my might