Come, my beautiful cat, on my heart in love;
Retain your claws of your leg,
And lets I plunge in your beautiful eyes, Interfered metal and agate.

When my fingers cherish with leisure
Your head and your elastic back,
And that my hand pleasure makes drunk of palpating your electric body,

I see my wife in spirit. Its glance,
As hold it, pleasant animal,
Deep and cold, cut and splits like a dart,

And, of the feet until to the head,
A subtle air, a dangerous perfume
Swim around its brown body.

Charles baudelaire (Les Fleurs du Mal)