Richard Aldington

“ All night your body lies and throbs, with cries of love and amorous sobs,
Close to my blood-flushed limbs till dawn with gleaming fingers comes and robs
Our bright bed of your limbs and hair, and I can only lie and stare
And moan in weakness for my loss and crush my brow in sharp despair.
Ah, bend above me, dear, and take my life breath with your lips and break
My body up as wheaten bread and use my very blood to slake
Your parching sudden thirst of lust! Be cruel, love, be fierce and thrust
Your white teeth in my flesh and taste how honey-sweet is amorous dust! ”