Lyric of Lust
When I met her, met her at once she told-;
“Shall I kiss you, once to hold?”
And she kissed me and kissed me to reap;
And caressed, caressed; oh deep, oh deep.
And she asked and asked on a harp,
“Shall I embrace, an embrace, oh pretty sharp?”
And she took me, took me in her arms,
And oh pressed to her bosom; no harm.
And she asked, she asked on a hidden laugh-
“Shall I thrust you to all my thrills to walk?”
Oh, she pushed me, pushed me to her pond,
There as a spineless fish to haunt.
And she asked me, asked me so thrilled-
“Shall I kill you, kill you to be killed?”
And she danced and danced so around,
And kept me in her lust to surround.
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