My love brings me mead; I sip from her cup.
My tongue tastes the sweetness within,
And I breathe scent of summer flowers.
My lips caress the rim lest I should lose
A luscious drop of honey, better than wine.
I am intoxicated, my thirst slaked.
I bring my love meat; she takes what I offer.
Her cherry lips part to receive the flesh,
Warm and succulent, dripping juices.
She sucks the sweet marrow from the bone.
Her belly is filled, her hunger satisfied.
Hear tonight our song of joy, O pack,
And be at one with our rejoicing.
The moon shines blessing down upon us,
As with glad cries we celebrate our feast.
