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Kiss me, kiss me again and kiss me more;
Give me one of your most tastiest, Give me one of your most sexiest And I'll give hot kisses, more than four. Ah, are you sad? Let me ease the pain, With more sweet kisses, five or six; So that our desiring lips can mix And we'll enjoy each other again. Then double life will us both ensue: You will live in me, as I live in you. Love, let me dream about foolish things: I'm always unsatisfied with my life And I'm sad that I can't be your wife, Because I can't fly away on wings. Louise Labe c 1520 - 1566 Translation Alice Park |
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