From the Canadian poet Irving Layton
“I’m the sort of girl
you must first tell you love.”
“I love you,” I said.
She gave herself to me then
and I enjoyed her on her perfumed bed.
By the gods, the pleasure in her small
wriggling body was so great,
I had spoken no lecherous falsehood.
Now not I nor my beloved,
such is our heat,
can wait for either words or scented sheet
but on her or my raincoat go roughly to it.
– Nausicaa by Irving Layton