Aphra Behn - The Willing Mistress - Ghizela Rowe

The willing mistriss

By Aphra Behn

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 id 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