TESTO DEL LIED

"I gently touched her hand"
di anonimo

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,
But to be pleased and innocent.
Thus trust me, I no farther meant,
But to be pleased and innocent.

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 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.