Good contagions, what are they?
Oh sing, and sweep cottage my way!
I would be caught by breath of thine
So all contage be fully mine.
Your kisses so contagious are
I must have more, though breathed from far.
Or be you near, contagiously,
I’ll take your lips to smother me.
Close contact more contagions bring?
Contact my all and everything.
Contage me love, contage me fire,
Contage me you, my life’s desire!

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