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She lay all naked in her bed, And I myself lay by; No veil but curtains about her spread, No covering but I: Her head upon her shoulders seeks To hang in careless wise, And full of blushes was her cheeks, And of wishes were her eyes. |
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Her blood still fresh into her face, As on a message came, To say that in another place It meant another game; Her cherry lip moist, plump, and fair, Millions of kisses crown, Which ripe and uncropped dangled there, And weigh the branches down. |
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Her breasts, that welled so plump and high Bred pleasant pain in me, For all the world I do defy The like felicity; Her thighs and belly, soft and fair, To me were only shown: To have seen such meat, and not to have eat, Would have angered any stone. |
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Her knees lay upward gently bent, And all lay hollow under, As if on easy terms, they meant To fall unforced asunder; Just so the Cyprian Queen did lie, Expecting in her bower; When too long stay had kept the boy Beyond his promised hour. |
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'Dull clown,' quoth she, 'why dost delay Such proffered bliss to take? Canst thou find out no other way Similitudes to make?' Mad with delight I thundering Throw my arms about her, But pox upon't 'twas but a dream. And so I lay without her. |
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