Tender lips, touching dips,

Poignant smooch in autumn light

Springs the longed jingle of unsung choir

Boisterous in its gaudy reservoir.

Amid the dark tender blissful night

New moon shining in delight

The aura of invisible bright

Kindle the desires for the vast expanse

Rousing fondle of pretty protuberance

Thy desire, oh my babe, I submit thee

Your thoughts baffled in mystique glee

Do I sing thy wonder plea?

Which strokes the rosy tender

Of the spring the night delight.

Sombre germane in magic wonder.

Distraught at your mortal yearnings

Looking for those mystic cravings

In quest of beatific vibrant choir

Where spring buds in autumn midnight light

Pats the forlorn soulful yen bride.