The Benedictine scents and stains br the languor of your pallid lips; br My kiss shall be a bee that sips br A fainting roseleaf flushed with rains. br br I thirst, and yet my thirst increases br With draining deep and deeper kisses; br The odour of your breath releases br Desires that dream of deeper blisses. br br And on my lips your lips now pressed br Cling moist and close; your lips begin br Devouringly to gather in br Your kisses that my lips possessed. br br The odour of your breath releases br Wafts of intoxicating blisses; br Yet still my thirst of you increases, br I think beneath your thirsty kisses.