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 glowing;
Eyes with tears of gladness flowing;
Eyes, and lips, and hearts shall show,
Th' excess of joy that meeting lovers know.