Let's you and me live it up

Let's you and me live it up, my Lesbia,
and make some love, and let old cranks
go cheap talk their fool heads off.
Maybe suns can set and come back up again,
but once the brief light goes out on us
the night's one long sleep forever.
First give me a kiss, a thousand kisses,
then a hundred, and then a thousand more,
then another hundred, and another thousand,
and keep kissing and kissing me so many times
we get all mixed up and can't count anymore,
that way nobody can give us the evil eye
trying to figure how many kisses we've got.
Catullus (ca. 84-53 B.C.) Roman Poetry