I’d like to be an artist,
Talented and skillful,
The bravest and the smartest,
Original and willful.
But even then I doubt
That I’d do more than now…
I always dream about
Your endless charm… But how
Can I express your beauty
In writing or in painting?
I feel that it’s my duty…
But I am about fainting
Each time you touch me…
And then I care about nothing,
Except for dissolving in you,
My Handsome Seducer!