The Phone Courtesan

O blush not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maiden heads are going.

There’s a blush for won’t, and a blush for shan’t,
And a blush for having done it:
There’s a blush for thought, and blush for naught,
And a blush for just begun it.

O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
For it sounds of Eve’s sweet pippin;
By these loosen’d lips you have tasted the pips
And fought in an amorous nipping.

Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,
For it only will last our youth out,
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
We have not one sweet tooth out.

There’s a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no,
And a sigh for “I can’t bear it!”–
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O cut the sweet apple and share it!