Ohh! Haunting lips daring be!
For daring is not enough in me!
I oft' your hidden hungers read,
That mirror my unruly need!
Yet do they truly come from thee,
Or from my aching mind you see?
Ohh! Supple lips daring be!
I beg you help me clearly see!
Your crooked curl cries drink of me,
As words hint only leave me be!
Yet hungry voice says pleasure me,
With press of lust and tender ease!
Ohh! Teasing lips daring be!
A dagger to friendship I fear to be,
Yet these things here I perceive,
Embolden every hope in me!
Therefore I beg of thee,
Is there more that we could be?
Ohh! Taunting lips daring be!
For daring t'is not enough in me!
Do I subtle hungers read,
That mirror my unruly need?
Be you a cruel or unwitting tease,
Or dare you press your need on these?
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