The Pleasure of Love in Iran (Plaisir d'amour en Iran)

Once upon a time, a man and a woman

were in love in Ispahan in Iran.

Dazzled by the beauty of the mosques

and excited by one another,

they found that the architecture

measured up to their voluptuous emotions.

They were intoxicated by the sweet harmony

of Nature and Architecture,

Body and Decor.

Funny, the roofs are like boobs.

What are boobs?

Breasts.

All these domes and cupolas are like women's breasts.

Yours are so beautiful.

Your minaret's not bad either.

Come closer... Come here.

You've got a nice bottom.

So do you.

If I slide down... after...

you've got two little soft buttocks.

Be quiet!

You're so prudish about your sexual things.

I'm hungry.

I'm thirsty.

It's that fountain, all night.

It's pretty, but it makes me thirsty

and want to tinkle.

Hold me tight... Grab them.

Yes...

You can pull a bit.

Your skin's soft.

- Want me to translate? - Yes.

"The lines of your body are arabesques in my imaginary garden."

Wait.

I'll recite another one.

"When I've gone to sleep forever, place beneath my head,

"next to this sachet of earth from Kerbela,

"this silk scroll bearing all the secret names I once gave Naziad

as my hand wandered over her slim, undulous body."