Sed Non Satiata by Charles Baudelaire

Bizarre Diety, as dark as night,
Scented with musky perfume and Havana,
Work of some obi, the Faust of the savanna,
Witch with ebony flanks, child of black midnight,
Rather than constance, le nuits, opium,
The elixer of your mouth where love pavanes;
Your eyes are wells where my desires come
And my ennuis drink in thirsty caravans.
From those black eyes, your soul's smoke-vents, I pray,
Pitiless demon, pour on me less flame;
I am not the Styx to encompass you nine times,
Alas! I can't, Megaerian libertine,
Break your spirit and bring you to bay,
Transformed in your bed's hell to Proserpine!

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