How can there be a sexy face?
Sex is something done in private.
But here is sex in every place.
Let’s cover the face,
As we cover the other parts
Which render and distract so many hearts.
God help me, I cannot stop looking
At her eye. It’s like smelling bacon cooking,
Everywhere! Sizzling bacon invades the nose,
Where morality doesn’t live. The scent of the world wears no clothes.
And neither does this face, whose eye
My eye catches. Sex is more than a dream,
As common on her as perfume, or a sunbeam.
And yet you want me to be moral; you want me not to say
What the whole world dreams, and what I would like to do today.
The only way morality exists
Is if we live in the past. She lived long, but never kissed!
I have everything I want today.
Don’t ask me why, Rosalinda. I will not say.