I love your lips when they're wet with wine ,
And red with a wild desire ,
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies ,
Lit with a passionate fire .
I love your arms when the warm white flesh ,
Touches mine in a fond embrace ,
I love your hair when the strands enmesh ,
Your kisses against my face .

Not for me the cold calm kiss ,
Of a virgin's bloodless love ,
Not for me the saint's white bliss ,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove .
But give me the love that so freely gives ,
And laughs at the whole world's blame ,
With your body so young and warm in my arms ,
It sets my poor heart aflame .

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth ,
Still fragrant with ruby wine ,
And say with a fervor born of the South ,
That your body and soul are mine .
Clasp me close in your warm young arms ,
While the pale stars shine above ,
And we'll live our whole young lives away ,
In the joys of a living love.