I took off my pants,
  to her exposing my genital.
  On the bed I lay like an infant.
  She whispered in a distance;
  on my testicles, her fingers were gentle.
  Pan plays the pipe for Syrinx
  in the field of mandrakes,
  the reeds wobbling in the melody of maenads.
  Treading on the meadow, the Sphinx
  sees the dragonflies in the lakes
  taking a shower following the spring thunder.
  She turned, to the sink,
  and I, sitting up, put on my pants
  when she came over
  with the smile and the wet hands.