<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=585996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>He Maid A Bathing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon a Summer's day,<br>'Bout middle of the morn,<br>I spy'd a Lass that lay<br>Stark nak'd as she was born;<br>'Twas by a running Pool,<br>Within a meadow green,<br>And there she lay to cool,<br>Not thinking to be seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then did she by degrees<br>Wash every part in rank,<br>Her Arms, her breasts, her thighs,<br>Her Belly, and her Flank;<br>Her legs she opened wide,<br>My eyes I let down steal,<br>Until that I espied<br>Dame nature's privy Seal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stripped me to the skin,<br>And boldly stepped unto her,<br>Thinking her love to win,<br>I thus began to woo her:<br>Sweetheart, be not so coy,<br>Time's sweet in pleasures spent,<br>She frowned, and cried, away.<br>Yet smiling, gave consent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then blushing, down she slid,<br>Seeming to be amazed,<br>But heaving up her head,<br>Again she on me gazed;<br>I seeing that, lay down,<br>And boldly 'gan to kiss,<br>And she did smile, and frown,<br>And so fell to our bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then lay she on the ground<br>As though she had been sped,<br>As women in a swoon,<br>Yield up, and yet not dead:<br>So did this lively maid,<br>When hot blood fill'd her vain,<br>And coming to herself she said,<br>I thank you for your pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=585996" data-title="He Maid A Bathing" data-description="Upon a Summer's day,/'Bout middle of the morn,/I spy'd a Lass that lay/Stark nak'd as she was born;/'Twas by a running Pool,/Within a meadow green,/And there she lay to cool,/Not thinking to be seen./Then did she by degrees/Wash every part in rank..."></div> </div> </div>

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