在柔软的透明亚麻布下面，

Under the soft translucent linen,

你乳头周围的那些小小突起

the ridges around your nipples

因为想到我的舌头而变硬。

harden at the thought of my tongue.

你——向内蜷曲身体就像字母“C”——

You — lying inverted like the letter ‘c’—

有意地弓起你的身体

arch yourself deliberately

迎向我嘴唇温暖的按压

wanting the warm press of my lips,

什么盖在皮肤上都会是湿的

it’s wet to coat the skin

那皮肤汗毛树立，火热燃烧，

that is bristling, burning,

破碎成欲望的汗滴——

breaking into sweats of desire —

那甘甜的想象力的果汁。

sweet juices of imagination.

但事实上，我还没有碰到你。

But in fact, I haven’t even touched

至少，此刻还没有。

you. At least, not yet.