Here you will find the Poem Afternoon Song of poet Charles Baudelaire
Though your wicked eyebrows call Your nature into question (Unangelic's their suggestion, Witch whose eyes enthrall) I adore you still O foolish terrible emotion Kneeling in devotion As a priest to his idol will. Your undone braids conceal Desert, forest scents, In your exotic countenance Lie secrets unrevealed. Over your flesh perfume drifts Like incense 'round a censor, Tantalizing dispenser Of evening's ardent gifts. No Philtres could compete With your potent idleness: You've mastered the caress That raises dead me to their feet. Your hips themselves are romanced By your back and by your breasts: By your languid dalliance. Now and then, your appetite's Uncontrolled, unassuaged: Mysteriously enraged, You kiss me and you bite. Dark one, I am torn By your savage ways, Then, soft as the moon, your gaze Sees my tortured heart reborn. Beneath your satin shoe, Beneath your charming silken foot. My greatest joy I put My genius and destiny, too. You bring my spirit back, Bringer of the light. Exploding color in the night Of my Siberia so black.