For This

Yea, when I touched your fingertips with mine
I felt the thing you’ve wanted, hunted for,
And more, the thought that made it your design
To please those eyes I look on and adore.
Yea, when I held your body in my arms
I felt the living power of your will,
That proved the beauty of all earthly charms
Perfected was in passion fiercely still,
A fountain set to flow in ardent fire,
Immaculate with single strong desire.
Yea, when I touched your lips (oh lips), with me,
I knew hot love was gotten not for free,
And so I kissed and kissed, and on I kiss,
That I my life may trade all night for this!

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