Number 2

The amber curls at your neck are enough already; a musk scented darling has no need for perfume. Tonight is not the time for a lover's scent and the colors of romance; it's the hour for pleasure, laughter, play, and lovemaking. Set aside the tale of the turning fortunes of the age, my kind moon; now is the time to lie down together. Won't you finally pay the tithe on the harvest of your youth? I'm a needy beggar deserving it, and it's your time to give. You, temptation of the age, come lie with me a while; and you, sleeping loins, now is the time to rise.