Let me share a more "common folk" erotic poem. From the Canadian Irving Layton, please note the reference in the title.
Nausicaa
"I'm the sort of girl
you must first tell you love."
"I love you," I said.
She gave herself to me then
and I enjoyed her on her perfumed bed.
By the gods, the pleasure in her small
wriggling body was so great,
I had spoken no lecherous falsehood.
Now not I nor my beloved,
such is our heat,
can wait for either words or scented sheet
but on her or my raincoat go roughly to it.
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