"The Metamorphoses of a Vampire," Charles Baudelaire

The Metamorphoses of a VampireMeanwhile, from her red mouth the woman, in husky tones,Twisting her body like a serpent upon hot stonesAnd straining her white breasts from their imprisonment,Let fall these words, as potent as a heavy scent:"My lips are moist and yielding, and I know the wayTo keep the antique demon of remorse at bay.All sorrows die upon my bosom. I can makeOld men laugh happily as