My love for you is so sweet; it stings my heart with poison
The sick, viscous fluid, dark and warm;
Sparkling and inviting
I can hardly taste the venom
One sip to forget, two sips to believe, three sips to loose myself.
You see, my love for you is so great, charming and giving.
I am basking in sweetness even as my skirt won’t stay up and my legs are pulled apart
Clouds over my head and birds chirping around —
While you ravenously plunder my being
I can ask for nothing more than this sickening sweetness of love.
Manastva 