If I were not seeking for loving hands
But only for lips to have my own
Could your soul embrace mine while heart still stands
Close to mine but nevertheless alone?
Thy face looks pure like that of silk and gold
with hair so bold as to challenge the winds
How can so much beauty just one face hold?
— Worlds in yours — for it lies there with no sin
If wings were to lift you up & abroad
Let you not worry for I will follow
Your body is that which ought to be awed
so in your curves is where I must wallow
I look not for love – look not at me bad
I just want you and want to be had

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