1. With skin the hue of soft mud I saw her
Among the throng of lovers circling about

2. The breeze lifted her gown from her legs
And I wished it would lift the gown and the legs

3. By God, if pious fear didn’t hold me back
From her saliva, giving me more dread,

4. I would push away my painful erection
And make it a coat of mail for my torso