Come, my kitty, against my loving heart;
It suppresses the claws of your leg And stops to submerge inside your beautiful eyes, Mixture of metal and agate.
When my fingers caress for moments Your head and your elastic loin, And my hand gets drunk of pleasure On having touched your electrical body,
I see the spirit of my dear. His look, As yours, nice beast, Deep and cold, short and it tears as a lance
And, from the feet to the head, One I stop subtlely, a dangerous perfume, It floats on his brown body