2492 Don't write the things that you will see

Don't write the things that you will see
When I
Possessed of your body be
Because you are Babylon
And my spirit is already
Drunk with your kisses
And my body macerated
For the voluptuous power
Of your delights.

Come and dress me up
And undress me off slowly
With your pure linen
With your purple and your scarlet
That with my tongue
I will fill your body of gold
Of precious stones
And pearls.

And when among sighs of delirium
Wrapped up among my cloud
You decide to ascend with power
Until the seventh heaven above
I will be a wandering archangel
That accompanies you
To refund new palaces
Above the stratosphere.
There we will populate of kisses
Each new star
Discovered
For our tongues.

But please don't write
The things that you will see when I
Possessed of your body be
Because you are Babylon
And my spirit is drunk
With your kisses
And my body macerated
For the voluptuous power
Of your delights.