The Meeting Kiss

Let me fly into thy arms;

Let me taste again thy charms;

Kiss me, press me to thy breast

In raptures 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,

Th' excess of joy that meeting lovers know.