In the bedchamber, far from the festivities, Cupid sits faithful to… - AI art by 𝒜𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒿𝑒𝓁

Prompt

In the bedchamber, far from the festivities, Cupid sits faithful to you, trembling, Lest the cunning of willful guests undermine the peace of the bridal bed. It gleams with a mystically sacred shimmer Before him, the pale gold of the flames; A swirl of incense fills the room, So that you may truly enjoy yourselves. How your heart beats at the stroke of the hour, That banishes the noise of your guests! How you yearn for the beautiful mouth, That soon falls silent and refuses nothing! You hasten, to complete everything, With her into the sanctuary; The fire in the watchman's hands Becomes still and small like a nightlight. How her bosom and her full face tremble before your multitude of kisses! Her sternness now becomes a quivering; For your boldness becomes a duty. Cupid will quickly help you undress her, And he's not half as fast as you; Then, mischievously and modestly, he holds his eyes tightly shut.