Amyntas led me to a Grove, <br />Where all the Trees did shade us; <br />The Sun it self, though it had Strove, <br />It could not have betray'd us: <br />The place secur'd from humane Eyes, <br />No other fear allows, <br />But when the Winds that gently rise, <br />Doe Kiss the yielding Boughs. <br /> <br />Down there we satt upon the Moss, <br />And did begin to play <br />A Thousand Amorous Tricks, to pass <br />The heat of all the day. <br />A many Kisses he did give: <br />And I return'd the same <br />Which made me willing to receive <br />That which I dare not name. <br />His Charming Eyes no Aid requir'd <br />To tell their softning Tale; <br />On her that was already fir'd, <br />'Twas Easy to prevaile. <br />He did but Kiss and Clasp me round, <br />Whilst those his thoughts Exprest: <br />And lay'd me gently on the Ground: <br />Ah who can guess the rest?<br /><br />Aphra Behn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-willing-mistress/
