The Imperfect Enjoyment (Excerpt)
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 lightning, played Within my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyed Swift orders that I should prepare to throw The all-dissolving thunderbolt below. - John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of RochesterThe Poems of Lord Rochester Poem Text
by John Wilmot 2nd Earl of Rochester
The Poems of Lord Rochester Poem Text
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