"I can't help it, my love, i can't help it" by Carilda Oliver Labra

I can't help it, my love, I can't help it
when I go into your mouth, and I linger;
and almost without warning, almost for naught,
I touch you with the tips of my breasts.

I touch you with the tip of my breasts
and with my unshielded loneliness;
and even perhaps without love as a guide
I can't help it, my love, I can't help it.

And my fate as a sheltered fruit
is consumed by your lustful and hesitant hands
like a poison's broken promise.

And though I'd like to kneel down and kiss you
when I go into your mouth, and I linger,
I can't help it, my love, I can't help it.