by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

I gently touched her hand
Language: English 
I gently touched her hand.
She gave a look that did my soul enslave;
I pressed her rebel lips in vain.
They rose to be pressed again.
Thus happy,  I no farther meant,
[Than]1 to be pleased and innocent.
[ Thus trust me, I no farther meant,
But to be pleased and innocent.]2

On her soft breasts my hand I laid,
And a quick, light impression made.
They with a kindly warmth did glow,
And swelled and seemed to overflow.
Yet trust me, I no farther meant,
[But]1 to be pleased and innocent.

On her eyes my eyes did stay:
O'er her smooth limbs my hands did stray;
Each sense was ravished with delight,
And my soul stood prepared for flight.
Blame me not if at last I meant
More to be please than innocent.

J. Eccles sets stanzas 1-2

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Word count: 135