Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all love's pleasures prove
That valleys, hills, my stubbly fields,
Or any warm and moist spot yields.
I have for you now sweetly posed,
My face blossoming like a rose,
And worn my shepherdess's cloak.
Oh come and see my wooly flock.
I swear to love no one but you,
Whom I will lick like morning dew
Or honey from the fig's ripe seat,
Those golden drops I love to eat.
Lie down on me, my body's silk.
You're my honey; I'll be your milk.
I'll bring you warm and bubbling jugs,
And you will purr and lick my dugs.
I seep, I run, I ooze desire.
My open legs are smeared with fire.
Oh come and kiss my pepper-skin.
My taste sets testicles a-spin.
Love's capsicum will kill regret
And make our perineums sweat.
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
