In summer's heat and mid-time of the day, <br />To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay, <br />One window shut, the other open stood, <br />Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood <br />Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun, <br />Or night being past and yet not day begun. <br />Such light to shamefaced maidens must be shown, <br />Where they may sport, and seem to be unknown. <br />Then came Corinna in a long, loose gown, <br />Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down, <br />Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed, <br />Or Lais of a thousand wooers sped. <br />I snatched her gown, being thin the harm was small, <br />Yet strived she to be covered therewithal, <br />And, striving thus as one that would be chaste, <br />Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last. <br />Stark naked as she stood before mine eye, <br />Not one wen in her body could I spy. <br />What arms and shoulders did I touch and see? <br />How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me? <br />How smooth a belly under her waist saw I? <br />How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh? <br />To leave the rest, all liked me passing well; <br />I clinged her naked body, down she fell. <br />Judge you the rest. Being tired, she bade me kiss. <br />Jove send me more such afternoons as this.<br /><br />Ovid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-summer-s-heat/
