The Meeting Kiss

Let me fly into thy arms, Let me taste again thy charms; Kiss me press me to thy breast, In rapture not to be exprest:

Let me clasp thy lovely waist, Throw thy arms around my neck; Thus embracing and embrac'd, Nothing shall our raptures check.

Hearts with mutual pleasure glowing, Lips with lips together growing, Eyes with tears of gladness flowing: Eyes, and lips, and hearts shall show, The joys that meeting lovers know.