A quick, cheap thrill the Carnal Act;
Sex palls once an accomplished fact.
Why gallop blindly to complete
the course like quadrupeds in heat?
Love dwindles, and its flames decay.
So, so, unsated let us play,
and lie exchanging kiss for kiss;
no chore, no cause for blushing, this;
this is, was, always will be fun,
forever foreplay, never done.
— The Satyricon