108 
WITH DOG AND DAME 
 
A rosy flicker through the night, 
My mistress, my great Dane, and I. 
We linger in the dusk—her head 
Lolls on the pillow, and my eyes 
Catch rapture, as upon the bed 
He licks her lazy lips, and tries 
To tempt her tongue.  My fires are fed. 
 
Her heavy dropping breasts entice 
My teeth to jewel them with blood, 
Her hand prepares the sacrifice 
She would desire of me, the flood 
That wells from shrines of Paradise. 
 
Her other hand is mischievous 
To bid the monster Dane grow mad, 
His red-haw gaze grows mutinous, 
Her eyes have lost the calm they had, 
My body grows all amorous. 
 
My tongue within her mouth excites 
Her dirtiest lust, her vilest dream ; 
His greedy mouth her bosom bites ; 
He cannot hold, his eyeballs gleam ; 
He burns to consummate the rites.