Baudelaire's Mistress

Amongst gilt fabrics, flasks of scent and wine, Rich furniture, white marble, precious moulds, Fine paintings, and rich, perfumed robes that shine, Swirled into sumptuous folds. In a warm room, that like a hothouse stifles With dangerous and fatal breath, where lie Pale flowers in crystal tombs, exquisite trifles, Exhaling their last sigh -- Here your mistress, exquisite, innocent, corrupt, smiles and tells you to *implore* her, *adore* her, to comfort* and to *cherish* her.