( / Philippines)

The Dream

All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,
Defending of the bliss I strove to take;
Raising my rapture by her kind delay,
Her force so charming was and weak.
The soft resistance did betray the grant,
While I pressed on the heaven of my desires;
Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant;
Her dying eyes assume new fires.
Now to the height of languishment she grows,
And still her looks new charms put on;
– Now the last mystery of Love she knows,
We sigh, and kiss: I waked, and all was done.

`Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew,
Which still was panting, part of it was true:
Oh how I strove the rest to have believed;
Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!

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Comments (6)

Lotët në lugina ujit lillies. you strike at the beginning with your own lyricism... there is a lot of light and fine your verse dear poets... congrats by dr riza
A great poem thank you for posting Elizabeth.Alan
Joy after tears. The reward for hard work (tears) is joy. Nice write. Keep on writing, poet
An inspiring piece. Keep it up!
i Love this piece a good write and read
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