Heated in your bosoms

Heated in your bosoms,

 We! better it sounded,

 That you only, or one I alone...

 Candied I submit,

 Up to to what never served,

 As the best bidder.

 

 Passionate it is less,

 That does me, I experience,

 Whenever with you I'am...

 Constant agent in request,

 For a chunk of your body,

 Almost in furious silence.

 

 Surpassed I sit down,

 Similar to expert monkey,

 Faces it goes out for the fools...

 The balance to try to spend it,

 With the beauty of this boor,

 The clear accounts I place it.


 Heated in your bosoms,

 We! better it sounded,

 That you only or one I alone...

 Candied I submit,

 Up to to what never served,

 As the best bidder.

 

 Encouraged by your sighs,

 Our conjuration I withdraw,

 For a royal love...

 Certain to hundred per cent,

 I am sorry, if the illusion finished,

 The conquest failed.


 Affected with your kisses,

 In jurisdictions, my best effort I swear,

 For a total decisive world...

 This way in it to live through all,

 I do not lie, yes it exceeded emotion,

 The instant that to be mine she told.


 Heated in your bosoms,

 We! better it sounded,

 That you only, or one I alone...

 Candied I submit,

 Up to to what never served,

 As the best bidder.