Here you will find the Poem Desire of poet Ada Cambridge
Bright eyes, sweet lips, with many fevers fill The young blood, running wildly, as it must; But lips and eyes beget a strange distrust. Electric fingers send the sudden thrill Through senses unsubservient to the will; The flames die down, and leave a dim disgust; Unfragrant kisses turn to drouth and dust; I kiss; I feast; but I am hungry still. O woman, woman, passionate but strong! True to thy love as needle to the pole - True to the truth, and not alone to me - O mate and friend, elusive in the throng, With thy clear brows, thy straight and upright soul, Nameless - unknown - my hunger is for thee!