November 30, 2007

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Give me, my love, that billing kiss
I taught you one delicious night,
When, turning epicures in bliss,
We tried inventions of delight.

 

Come, gently steal my lips along,
And let your lips in murmurs move, –
Ah, no! – again – that kiss was wrong –
How can you be so dull, my love?

 

‘Cease, cease!’ the blushing girl replies –
And in her milky arms she caught me –
‘How can you thus your pupil chide;
You know’ twas in the dark you taught me!’

 

Thomas Moore