Message-ID: <783eli$9705122329@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: "AnonEMoose" Subject: Subject: POEM: "Isle of Love", Aphra Behn, 1684 Here's a vignette from Aphra Behn's "A Voyage to the Isle of Love" (first published 1684; remember that pronunciation has changed over the years, which is why some of the rhymes don't work any more): All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, Defending of the bliss I strove to take; Raising my rapture by her kind delay, Her force so charming was and weak. The soft resistance did betray the grant, While I pressed on the heaven of my desires; Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant; Her dying eyes assume new fires. Now to the height of languishment she grows, And still her looks new charms put on; -- Now the last mystery of Love she knows, We sigh, and kiss: I waked, and all was done. 'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh, how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived! -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /