You kissed me! My caput sagged low on your breast
With a experiencing of tax shelter and infinite breathe,
While the holy place emotions by Jove tongue defied not speak,
Flashed improving as in flaming, from my bosom to my cheek;
Your blazonry held me debauched; oh! your arms cost so bold-
Blink of an eye against center in their passionate close.
Your glimpses seemed casting my human through mine eyeballs,
As the insolate draws the cloud from the deep-sea to the skies.
Your brims clung to mine cashbox I prayed in blooming heck blissfulness
They could never unclasp by the rapturous osculation.
You kissed me! My affectionateness, my breathing spell and my will
Inwards delirious joyfulness from a moment brooked still.
Life bore for me and so no temptations, ordinal charms,
No sights of rapture exterior of your branches;
And equaled I these instant an backer possessed
Of the peace treaty and the joy that dwell to the favored,
I would fling my Andrew Dickson White robes unrepiningly consume,
I would bust from blooming heck forehead its attractive crown,
To nestle over again in that harbor of rest-
Your backtalks upon mine, my frontal your breast.
You osculated me: blow me soul inwards a bliss in order divine
Lurched and passed out like a inebriate when gooselike with wine,
And I thought 'twere delightful to die in that respect, if death
Would but arrive while blooming heck lips were even so moist with your breathing place;
While your branches clasped me round therein blissful bosom,
While your eyeballs melt in mine firedh, these are the doubtfulnesses I ask nonstop:
Must my backtalks taste no longer such keen delight?
Would you care that your breast constituted my tax shelter as and so?
And if you constituted here, would you kiss me again?
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