All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, <br />Defending of the bliss I strove to take; <br />Raising my rapture by her kind delay, <br />Her force so charming was and weak. <br />The soft resistance did betray the grant, <br />While I pressed on the heaven of my desires; <br />Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant; <br />Her dying eyes assume new fires. <br />Now to the height of languishment she grows, <br />And still her looks new charms put on; <br />– Now the last mystery of Love she knows, <br />We sigh, and kiss: I waked, and all was done. <br /> <br />`Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, <br />Which still was panting, part of it was true: <br />Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; <br />Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!<br /><br />Aphra Behn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dream-12/
