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MANUELA.
RED the lips of Manuela—
How the lady loves to kiss!
How the lady loves to kiss!
Ah, when Manuela kisses,
First she kisses with her glances!
Then her red lips kiss each other,
Practising for warm encounters.
First she kisses with her glances!
Then her red lips kiss each other,
Practising for warm encounters.
Then she kisses with her eyelids,
Kisses with her arching eyebrows,
With her soft cheek softly rubbing,
With her chin and hands and fingers.
Kisses with her arching eyebrows,
With her soft cheek softly rubbing,
With her chin and hands and fingers.
All the frame of Manuela,
All her blood and all her spirit,
All melt down to burning kisses:
All she feeds on is their sugar.
All her blood and all her spirit,
All melt down to burning kisses:
All she feeds on is their sugar.
Oh, thou sun above us flying!
Breeze from land to land still roaming,
Saw ye ever yet a lady
Half so fair or fond of kissing?
Breeze from land to land still roaming,
Saw ye ever yet a lady
Half so fair or fond of kissing?
Red the lips of Manuela—
How the lady loves to kiss!
How the lady loves to kiss!
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