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Kiss III
by: Johannes Secundus (1511-1536)
"One Kiss, enchanting Maid!" (I cry'd;)--
One little Kiss! and then adieu!
Your lips, with luscious crimson dyed,
To mine with trembling rapture flew:
But quick those lips my lips forsake,
With wanton, tantalizing jest;
So starts some rustic from the snake
Beneath his heedless footstep prest:
Is this to grant the wish'd-for Kiss?--
Ah, no, my Love!--'tis but to fire
The bosom with a transient bliss,
Enflaming unallay'd
desire
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