I’d love to tear your clothes off, oh my love

I’d dearly love to do it, oh my dear

I’d really love to gaze where legs are wove

Into the body above, long and clear

Nobody interrupts or interferes

Slowly erupting volcanic desire

Climbing the Mount of Venus and the pair

Of foothills further on with strawberry spires

This food for thoughts of love, music for lyre

I oughtn’t brood on, but can’t move on, love

Although I can’t move on you when we are

When we are two not one, you don’t require

Subtraction, multiplication, but div-

Ision, your decision that costs me dear