Happiest happiness

Unequal'd raptures happiest happiness

For sure no raptures can compare with thee
Now lovley Anna in her sunday dress
In softest pressure sits upon my knee.—
For O to see the snowey bosom heave
& feel those robes to me so softley cleave
Robes which half show what modesty consceals
While round her slender wa[i]ste I fling my arms
& while her eye whats wanting yet reveals
To me apears such (more than heavenly) charms
That might I wish—& could I be so blest
To have it granted—O I'd wish to be
For ever of this matchles maid posses'd
To bear her weight through all Eternity

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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