Spoiled, fondled by the hands of many women, I came upon you by chance, young Adam And before I could lay my mouth on yours, you begged me, with the pale tender face of the tenderest lily: Don't bite me, don't bite me I saw that your body was completely covered with teeth marks Trembling, I bit into you You flared your thin nostrils, and edged closer to me like a burning horizon against a field
