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The Enjoyment.
Come my Laura, come my Love;
Come my tender Turtle-Dove;
Let us from this Heat retire,
To languish in a softer Fire.
How the waving Elms invite us!
How these Rosy Bowers delight us!
How their am'rous Foldings twine,
To imitate thy Arms and mine!
See these Snowy Lillies blowing,
With the blushing Roses glowing,
Silently the Soul inspire,
To kindle at thy Lover's Fire:
See these springing Violets rise,
Animated by thy Eyes;
Lavishly their Charms they spread,
To make a soft enamel'd Bed;
And like this downy swelling Breast,
They rise, and languish to be press'd.
Come my tender Turtle-Dove;
Let us from this Heat retire,
To languish in a softer Fire.
How the waving Elms invite us!
How these Rosy Bowers delight us!
How their am'rous Foldings twine,
To imitate thy Arms and mine!
See these Snowy Lillies blowing,
With the blushing Roses glowing,
Silently the Soul inspire,
To kindle at thy Lover's Fire:
See these springing Violets rise,
Animated by thy Eyes;
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To make a soft enamel'd Bed;
And like this downy swelling Breast,
They rise, and languish to be press'd.
But O thou happy, happy Grove,
Sacred to the God of Love,
With the thickest Umbrage shade us,
Let no piercing Rays invade us:
Let no Light but Beauty's charm us,
Let no Heat but Beauty's warm us:
Make our artificial Light,
Close and sweet as our Delight.
Sacred to the God of Love,
With the thickest Umbrage shade us,
Let no piercing Rays invade us:
Let no Light but Beauty's charm us,
Let no Heat but Beauty's warm us:
Make our artificial Light,
Close and sweet as our Delight.
And now, my Dear, no longer coy,
Let us give a Loose to Joy!
Then, closely lay thy Lips to mine,
And let our Souls and Bodies join:
Let me suck thy balmy Breath,
And fainting, glory in my Death.
Take me dying to thy Arms,
And revive me with thy Charms.
Ah me! I die with pleasing Pain,
O kindle me to Life again.
And now, my brighter Queen of Love,
I'll confess the stronger Jove.
Let us give a Loose to Joy!
Then, closely lay thy Lips to mine,
And let our Souls and Bodies join:
Let me suck thy balmy Breath,
And fainting, glory in my Death.
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And revive me with thy Charms.
Ah me! I die with pleasing Pain,
O kindle me to Life again.
And now, my brighter Queen of Love,
I'll confess the stronger Jove.
O happiest Transport, dearest Blessing,
Sweetest Rapture past expressing!
Who can tell the thrilling Pleasure,
When the Nymph resigns her Treasure!
When she melts in ripen'd Blisses,
Breathing out her Soul in Kisses!
When in Paradise she lies,
And rolls her pretty dying Eyes:
While the Snake with softer Strains,
Sweetly stings her tickling Veins!
She pants, she sighs, she heaves her Charms,
And locks her vig'rous Lover in her Arms.
Sweetest Rapture past expressing!
Who can tell the thrilling Pleasure,
When the Nymph resigns her Treasure!
When she melts in ripen'd Blisses,
Breathing out her Soul in Kisses!
When in Paradise she lies,
And rolls her pretty dying Eyes:
While the Snake with softer Strains,
Sweetly stings her tickling Veins!
She pants, she sighs, she heaves her Charms,
And locks her vig'rous Lover in her Arms.
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