Keep me wide, I beseech you, every moment;
let love choke my throat, let me cast myself
on the ground. Actions of good report are neglected;
we forget everything. Tuka says, We should
gaze on Thee with the fondness of lawless passion,
let love choke my throat, let me cast myself
on the ground. Actions of good report are neglected;
we forget everything. Tuka says, We should
gaze on Thee with the fondness of lawless passion,