NANCY THE BED-MAKER
by: William Pattison
- 'WAS once upon a summer's day,
- As on my downy bed I lay:
- All over in tedious sweat,
- To ease my limbs, and cool the heat;
- When pretty Nancy gently came,
- Nancy, the object of my flame!
- So soft she looked, so sweet, so fair,
- With such a winning, yielding air;
- With such an easy comely pride,
- She seemed a lovely, longing bride!
- Obedient to her eyes' command,
- I seized her warm consenting hand;
- Upon the downy bed displayed,
- The unmurmuring, panting, struggling maid.
- There ravished, feasted on her charms,
- Her heaving breast, her twining arms,
- Her Ivory neck, her roguish eyes,
- Her slender waist, her taper thighs,
- With magic beauties these between
- Too soft; too dazzling to be seen.
- Melting, I clasped them close to mine,
- And in a moment grew divine!
POEMS BY WILLIAM PATTISON
"Nancy the Bed-Maker"
is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New
York: Crown Publishers, 1921.