They look upon each other, and their eyes
Gleam in the moonlight, and her white arm clasps
Round Juan’s head, and his around hers lies
Half buried in the tresses which it grasps.
She sits upon his knee and drinks his sighs,
He hers, until they end in broken gasps;
And thus they form a group that’s quite antique,
Half naked, loving, natural, and Greek.
Lord Byron, Don Juan
Posted on Monday 27th August 2012 with 3 notes
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