Sonnet 6, The Dove

When once by moonlight saw Thou in the nude
I overcome was by Thy strong attraction.
By Thy completely dazzling pulchritude
My soul there galloped into patrifaction.

The only part that felt so stirred by Thee
And drove to being ready for reaction,
Was my male ornament, which tortured me
And lead me but into the wrong direction,

Into a house of joy in hasty rush,
And let release me from tormenting pain.
Before I never squirted such a gush,
And only slowly I got clear my brain.

At any time the wish for making love
Is followed by Thou naked as my dove.