To Josephine De Beauharnais With Love

My heart cannot anymore my emotions accommodate. Permit me to be pragmatic in affections which in its very bottom I have buried: Let me hold you in my cozy arms and kiss you. Let me your succulent apples feel, as I explore the smooth, soft and sweet fragrant landscape of your body. The sensual touch of your lower curves would undoubtedly to the highest heavens convey me. Let me hold you tight so that no one else may grab you. Let me in your love's citadel seek eternal refuge from the vast armies of Europe.