Good night to a married man

My ardent macho! Sweet languor
Pierces the body from head to toe,
It seems to me that I am with the sensitivity of a deer
I catch the passion of the fragrance,

Although you are not with me now, not near,
Imagination does its own thing:
I remember the burning flash of a glance,
When you and I were left alone –

You were so violent, hot, vicious,
Your chest heaved from hot caresses…
Oh, how do you wish good night,
When I can’t sleep myself?