Richard Aldington

“ That delight would last for ever, love would never be ended.
Let me take you with all my senses, all my days, dear,
All the days that built up my flesh and framed me
A man to be your lover, a man to mate you,
A man whose flesh is white with desire for you.
Take me also, make me yours, as a woman
Who knows love's torture, who is burned with the same burning,
Only can take the lover herself has chosen
Until his broken sobs mix with her love-plaint. ”