THE WILLING MISTRESS
by: Aphra Behn (1640-1689)
- myntas led me to a Grove,
- Where all the Trees did shade us;
- The Sun it self, though it had Strove,
- It could not have betray'd us:
- The place secur'd from humane Eyes,
- No other fear allows,
- But when the Winds that gently rise,
- Doe Kiss the yielding Boughs.
- Down there we satt upon the Moss,
- And did begin to play
- A Thousand Amorous Tricks, to pass
- The heat of all the day.
- A many Kisses he did give:
- And I return'd the same
- Which made me willing to receive
- That which I dare not name.
- His Charming Eyes no Aid requir'd
- To tell their softning Tale;
- On her that was already fir'd,
- 'Twas Easy to prevaile.
- He did but Kiss and Clasp me round,
- Whilst those his thoughts Exprest:
- And lay'd me gently on the Ground:
- Ah who can guess the rest?
POEMS BY APHRA BEHN
|"The Willing Mistress" is reprinted from The Dutch Lover. Aphra Behn. 1673.