[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.

I May Command Where I Adore.

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into Motion.