An orange is on the table

My darling, my sweet peach,
An orange is on the table
I’ll squeeze it gently to make the juice
No need to order when we can have it
All fresh in the freshness of night

Your robe is on the rug
White candle is burning lightly
We are in the bed under the comforter
Reveling in love listening to Vivaldi
Sweet love, I feel so heavenly

Note: The second line is after Jacques Prevert in his poem Alicante.