MATHILDE

O large lips opening outward like a flower
To breathe upon my face that clings to thee!
O wanton breasts that heave deliciously

And tempt my eager teeth! Oh cruel power

Of wide deep thighs that make me furious
As they enclasp me and swing to and fro
With passion that grows pale and drives the flow

Of the fast fragrant blood of both of us

Into the awful link that knits us close
With chain electric! O have mercy yet
In drawing out my life in this desire

To consummate this moment all the gross
Lusts of to-night, and pay the sudden debt
That with strong water shall put out our fire! [42]

 

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Preface | Dedicace | Prefatory Sonnet to the Virgin Mary | A Fragment | The Rainbow | With a Copy of ‘Poems and Ballads’ | Ad Lydiam, Ut Secum A Martio Fugeret | Contra Conjugium T.B.B. | A Ballad of Choosing | A Jealous Lover | Ballade de la Jolie Marion | At Stockholm | Mathilde | Yet Time To Turn | All Night | Ode to Venus Callipyge | Volupté | …