Were I Poem by Angiuli Aguiar

Were I thy hand, thy soft, lascivous hand,
That glides and swerves along thy snowy breasts:
A snake that savours every grain of sand
Upon thy flesh and on thy thighs there rests.

Were I thy lips to taste thy trancelike kiss
When uncontroll'd by love and lust and fire
Of passion, thou art lost in an abyss,
So I would quench thy wish with my desire.

Were I thy soul to know the mystery
That sets thyself awake and what sweet thought
That burns within thy bosom; would I be
Thy every wish and love, but I am not:

I am thy lover, and suffices me thee
Love and for evermore thy lover be.