What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.


Poison and vision: poems and prose of Baudelaire, Mallarmé and Rimbaud (ed. Univ of Salzberg Pr, 1996)


What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.