Damn! I cannot express how much I loved this.
Dark, sensual, melancholic!!

“And yet
to wine, to opium even, I prefer
the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;
and in the wasteland of desire
your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.”
― charles baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

“Flesh is willing, but the Soul requires
Sisyphean patience for its song,
Time, Hippocrates remarked, is short
and Art is long.”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal