Between your sheets you soundly sleep <br />Nor dreams of vigils that we lovers keep <br />While all the night, I waking sign your name, <br />The tender sound does every nerve inflame, <br />Imagination shows me all your charms, <br />The plenteous silken hair, and waxen arms, <br />The well turned neck, and snowy rising breast <br />And all the beauties that supinely rest <br />between your sheets. <br /> <br />Ah Lindamira, could you see my heart, <br />How fond, how true, how free from fraudful art, <br />The warmest glances poorly do explain <br />The eager wish, the melting throbbing pain <br />Which through my very blood and soul I feel, <br />Which you cannot believe nor I reveal, <br />Which every metaphor must render less <br />And yet (methinks) which I could well express <br />between your sheets.<br /><br />Mary Wortley Montagu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-your-sheets-2/
