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Join once again, my Celia, joinThy rosie Lips to these of mine,
Which, though they be not such,
Are full as sensible of bliss,
That is, as soon can tast a kiss,
As thine of softer touch.
II
Each kiss of thine creates desire,Thy odorous Breath inflames Loves fire,
And wakes the sleeping coal:
Such a kiss to be I find
The Conversation of the Mind,
And whisper of the Soul.
III
Thanks, Sweetest, now thou'rt perfect grown,For by this last kiss I'm undone;
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Henceforth each little touch will prove
A dangerous stratagem in Love,
And thou wilt blow up Hearts.
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