#*msrd

Thou wouldst not suffer me to kiss thy mouth. Well! I will kiss it now. I will bite it with my teeth as one bites a ripe fruit. Thine eyes that were so terrible, so full of rage and scorn, are shut now. Art thou afraid of me? Thy tongue, that was like a red snake darting poison, it moves no more. Thy head belongs to me. I can do with it what I will. Jokanaan, thou wert the only man that I have loved. All other men are hateful to me. But thou, thou wert beautiful!