在柔軟的透明亞麻布下面，
你乳頭周圍的那些小小突起

因為想到我的舌頭而變硬。
你...向內蜷曲身體就像字母“C”

有意地弓起你的身體
迎向我嘴唇溫暖的按壓

什麼蓋在皮膚上都會是濕的
那皮膚汗毛樹立，火熱燃燒，

破碎成欲望的汗滴
那甘甜的想象力的果汁。

但事實上，我還沒有碰到你。
至少，此刻還沒有...

Under the soft translucent linen, 
the ridges around your nipples 

harden at the thought of my tongue.
You — lying inverted like the letter ‘c’ —

arch yourself deliberately
wanting the warm press of my lips, 

it’s wet to coat the skin
that is bristling, burning, 

breaking into sweats of desire —
sweet juices of imagination.

But in fact, I haven’t even touched 
you. At least, not as yet.