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The Willing Mistress
by Aphra Behn (1640-1689)
Amyntas led me to a grove,
Where all the trees did shade us;
The sun itself, though it had strove,
It could not have betrayed us.
The place secured from human eyes,
No other fear allows,
But when the winds that gently rise,
Do kiss the yielding boughs.
Down there we sat upon the moss,
And did begin to play
A thousand amorous tricks, to pass
The heat of all the day.
A many kisses did he give
And I returned the same,
Which made me willing to receive
That which I dare not name.
His charming eyes no aid required
To tell their softening tale;
On her that was already fired,
'Twas easy to prevail.
He did but kiss and clasp me round,
Whilst those his thoughts expressed:
And laid me gently on the ground;
Ah who can guess the rest?