Take from me now this gaze,
that if e’er your eyes are weary,
or your light may be too dim,
you shall hold my fervent eyes
to be e’er wanton upon you,
and with your slightest calling,
shall my gaze alight your way.
Take from me now these hands,
that if e’er you should reach for me,
and yearn for tenderness to hold,
thus bound, would I seal my grasp,
and carry the weight of your heart,
so that your own hands need only
ply flesh upon flesh, to your desire.
Take from me now these lips,
that if e’er you’re unable to speak,
or lose breath that doth but swell,
with a gasp, inhaled deeply then,
my lips might taste your suffrage,
and with a cry, speed to your kiss,
ne’er again be loosed, nor wanton.