“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I took her to bed with silk and song 'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long, I must prepare my body… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion, let me relive my Love’s memory, to remember her body, so brave and so free, and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
