T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Her Dainty Palm I Gently Prest
Anonymous(From The Marrow of Complements, 1685) |
HER dainty palm I gently prest | |
And with her lips I played; | |
My cheek upon her panting breast | |
And on her neck I laid: | |
And yet we had no sense of wanton lust, | 5 |
Nor did we then mistrust. | |
With pleasant toil we breathless grew, | |
And kissed in warmer blood; | |
Upon her lips the honey-dew | |
Like drops on roses stood: | 10 |
And on those flowers played I the busy bee, | |
Whose sweets were such to me. | |
But kissing and embracing we | |
So long together lay, | |
Her touches all inflamed me | 15 |
And I began to stray; | |
My hands presumed too far, they were too bold, | |
My tongue unwisely told. | |