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Naked she
lay, clasped in my longing arms,
I filled with love,
and she all over charms;
Both equally inspired with
eager fire,
Melting through kindness, flaming in
desire.
With arms,legs,lips close clinging to
embrace,
She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to
her face.
Her nimble tongue, Love's lesser
lightening, played
Within my mouth, and to my
thoughts conveyed
Swift orders that I should prepare
to throw
The all-dissolving thunderbolt below.
My
fluttering soul, sprung with the painted kiss,
Hangs
hovering o'er her balmy brinks of bliss.
But whilst
her busy hand would guide that part
Which should
convey my soul up to her heart,
In liquid raptures I
dissolve all o'er,
Melt into sperm and, and spend at
every pore.
A touch from any part of her had done't:
Her hand, her foot, her very look's a cunt.
Smiling, she chides in a kind murmuring noise,
And
from her body wipes the clammy joys,
When, with a
thousand kisses wandering o'er
My panting bosom, "Is
there then no more?"
She cries. "All this to love and
rapture's due;
Must we not pay a debt to pleasure
too?"
But I, the most forlorn, lost man alive,
To show my wished obedience vainly strive:
I sigh,
alas! and kiss, but cannot swive.
Eager desires
confound my first intent,
Succeeding shame does more
success prevent,
And rage at last confirms me
impotent.
Ev'n her fair hand, which might bid heat
return
To frozen age, and make cold hermits burn,
Applied to my dead cinder, warms no more
Than fire to
ashes could past flames restore.
Trembling, confused,
despairing, limber, dry,
A wishing, weak, unmoving
lump I lie.
This dart of love, whose piercing point,
oft tried,
With virgin blood ten thousand maids have
dyed;
Which nature still directed with such art
That it through every cunt reached every heart -
Stiffly resolved, 'twould carelessly invade
Woman or
man, nor aught its fury stayed:
Where'er it pierced,
a cunt it found or made -
Now languid lies in this
unhappy hour,
Shrunk up and sapless like a withered
flower.
Thou treacherous, base deserter of my
flame,
False to my passion, fatal to my fame,
Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove
So true
to lewdness, so untrue to love?
What
oyster-cinder-beggar-common whore
Didst thou e'er
fail in all thy life before?
When vice, disease, and
scandal lead the way,
With what officious haste dost
thou obey!
Like a rude, roaring hector in the streets
Who scuffles, cuffs, and justles all he meets,
But if
his king or country claim his aid,
The rakehell
villain shrinks and hides his head;
Ev'n so thy
brutal valour is displayed,
Breaks every stew, does
each small whore invade,
But when great Love the
onset does command,
Base recreant to thy prince, thou
dar'st not stand.
Worst part of me, and henceforth
hated most,
Through all the town a common
fucking-post,
On whom each whore relieves her
tingling cunt
As hogs do rub themselves on gates and
grunt,
May'st thou to ravenous chancres be a prey,
Or in consuming weepings waste away;
May strangury
and stone thy days attend;
May'st thou ne'er piss,
who did refuse to spend
When all my joys did on false
thee depend.
And may ten thousand abler pricks agree
To do the wronged Corinna right for thee.
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