The Willing Mistriss

Author: Aphra Behn  | Date: 1673


Amyntas 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?

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