“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 , book Les Fleurs du mal

Source: Les Fleurs du Mal

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