the longing arches me; on my pillow is spread your coquettish suffer trying to aid my dream; I don't oppose, I savor it; insanely charmed, avid moaning in anticipation for my virility technique of loving you, unleashed, I'm begged... in your hell

(on tiptoe…), …I woke up on Monday and on Tuesday, I thought of going Wednesday to work, but suddenly, Thursday, I saw coming Friday and I mumbled to myself, – what a hell to look for work on Saturday when Sunday is my day off for thinking of you…