Cannot one satisfy himself,
Without the course to gorge it?

When licking ice cream I cannot
But figure for the filling,
And sleep perpetuates itself
Until a belled clock's shrilling;
It seems that consummation might
Be infinite in pleasure,
Though practically it's limited -
No man can last forever.

But I reflect that kissing you
Is every recreation
By which my fondness can accrue
Without disintegration
To mark the termination of
A once-enticing tryst;
"Erotic" is life sans the touch,
But "love", love is like this.