Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Between Your Sheets

Ah Lindamira, could you see my heart,
How fond, how true, how free from fraudful art,
The warmest glances poorly do explain
The eager wish, the melting throbbing pain
Which through my very blood and soul I feel,
Which you cannot believe nor I reveal,
Which every metaphor must render less
And yet (methinks) which I could well express
......between your sheets.

.....Between Your Sheets by Lady Mary Wortley Mantagu (1689-1762)