To put beside the smoking room calendars...
Here's a poem by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester:
The Imperfect Enjoyment
Naked she lay; clasped in my longing arms,
I filled with love, and she all over charms;
Both equally inspired with eager fire,
Melting through kindness in desire.
With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace,
She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to her face.
Her nimble tongue, Love's lesser lightning, played
Within my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyed
Swift orders that I should prepare to throw
The all-dissolving thunderbolt below....
I'll have to stop there, the rest is too rude perhaps for the forum. But feel free to read it, it's posted on the wall on the way to the games room:
http://www.english-gardening.com/poe..._enjoyment.htm
