Give me, my love, that billing kiss I taught you one delicious night, When, turning epicures in bliss, We tried inventions of delight. Come, gently steal my lips along, And let your lips in murmurs move, -- Ah, no! -- again -- that kiss was wrong -- How can you be so dull, my love? 'Cease, cease!' the blushing girl replied -- And in her milky arms she caught me -- 'How can you thus your pupil chide; You know '@3twas in the dark@1 you taught me!' |