…[Baudelaire, fragments of a seduction letter to Mme. Sabatier as seen by a raven winging through the updraft of the bonfire in Bonadventure’s garden of a summer’s night]

Come, my endearingly damaged dear… let us be liberated and lacivious at once… lacivertines!… the world has its unhappy Heaven… together we can be immensely miserable, beyond compare… joined at our burning hips… paint your lips with acid, and kiss… I melt… where you vulve, I verve… imagine it all… supremely I possess you… an infinitude too rude to blush… bliss insists where true love trudges… incomparable mud-lovers…. I will snake and penetrate while you coo and dilate….