a few hours…

a few hours
I will cover you with love when next I see you,
with caresses, with ecstasy.
I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh,
so that you faint and die.
I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself
that you had never even dreamed of such transports….
When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours,
I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.

— Gustave Flaubertet

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