Love Habits

It is not that pleasure simply persists,
Often the consumed kiss blooms again.
Do it once more, though we have just done it.
This is what binds us together.

That small sway of your hips, so prolonged,
Already expected! O your cunning flesh!
How lovely when your voice turns hoarse!
Rekindling kindles that hunger in you!

How you bend your knees! How you know to give it to me!
Your tremor then, so my flesh learns
That all your desire leaves you still wanting!
Those lazy eyes that run through me, making me reckless
While you are already smiling!
Yes, every time you do it;
Had it not been done so often, it would not have felt so right!