they approached I felt in a pucker,
And thought that my breast would have leaped from its tucker.
Frank saw my condition, and tenderly said â
âYou are tired, dear Emma, so pray go to bed;
âLate hours are the bane and destruction of numbers,
âMake haste, and Iâll soon come and watch oâer your slumbers.â
What a sly, wicked rogue! but I guessed what he meant,
So, covered with blushes, obeyed him, and went.
I was scarcely undressed, and prepared for my doom,
When I heard the dear fellow glide into the room;
And as listless I lay, between transport and dread,
He threw off his garments, and jumped into bed;
In an instant I felt myself clasped in his arms,
And as instantly lost all my girlish alarms,
For he soothed me so fondly, and gave me such kisses,
Which warmed my young blood for more exquisite blisses,
Whilst his bold daring hand, in pursuit of his game,
Pressed my bosom, and wandered all over my frame;
But most frequently trespassed â conceive my distress,
Where my pen dare not write, but Iâm sure you can guess.
In tears I entreated him not to be rude,
But he sealed up my mouth, and his gambols pursued,
Declaring that âif men might not do as they list,
âThe world in a short time would cease to exist.â
This was all very true; then he bade me reflect,
That our parents, dear souls, so refined and correct,
Had done the same thing â and indeed âtwas quite clear,
If they had not, we surely should not have been here;
Moreover, he said, âon that very day,
âIâd promised, in church, to love and obey;
âAnd the parson himself in a plain exhortation,
âHad stated that marriage and due copulation
âWere sent to check sin and prevent fornication;
âSo that those whose desires were impetuous and randy.
âMight always have something to quiet them handy;
âHence âtwas plainly quite wrong to preserve such a distance,
âAnd thwart his desires by a prudish resistance.â
This reserve was soon banished, and love unrestrained
By alarm, or by coyness, triumphantly reigned.
All his wanton endearments I freely returned,
âTill the flame of desire irresistibly burned.
Then proudly in arms, without further delay,
Like a lion he eagerly leapt on his prey,
And pursuing his course to the summit of friction,
His strong ample lance briskly pressed for admission;
But oh! such a weapon this wonderful lance is,
Surpassing by far our most juvenile fancies,
So resistless in power, and extended in length,
That so soon as I felt its dimensions and strength,
Oâercome with alarm, I exclaimed with a sigh:
âOh! for Godâs sake forebear, or I am sure I shall die;â
But my pains and my prayers alike were unheeded,
For, bent on his purpose, the spoiler proceeded.
But although he was armed, as I thought, like a giant,
Dame Nature has made us young damsels so pliant,
That expanding, I yielded at every aggression,
Until he had obtained the completest possession;
Then I found my dear girl, that the sayingâs quite true â
That âa man and his wife are but one, and not two,â
For a union so close, all description surpasses,
And can scarce be conceived by you innocent lasses.
Deep within me, so proudly, the conqueror swelling,
And kindled new life in his snug little dwelling,
While our limbs interwoven, in the primest position,
Completed the junction so well called coition.
The conflict now raged, and âtwas ravishing quite,
All my pain became pleasure, my terrors delight;
That great engine of bliss, in perpetual motion,
Played his part with such exquisite skill and devotion,
That as each eager thrust was impressively given,
I felt quite exhausted, and wafted to heaven;
Round his vigorous frame like a tendril I twined,
Whilst our lips in lascivious billings were joined,
And we revelled in joy, till our transport at last,
Reached the crisis of
Nikita Storm, Bessie Hucow, Mystique Vixen