s lips seemed to exhale an air
sweeter and purer than what it drew in: ah! what violence did it not
cost me to refrain the so tempted kiss!

Then a neck exquisitely turned, graved behind and on the sides with fais
hair, playing freely in natural ringlets, connected his head to a body
of the most perfect form, and of the most vigorous contexture, in which
all the strength of manhood was concealed, and softened to appearance
by the delicacy of his complexion, the smoothness of his skin, and the
plumpness of his flesh.

The platform of his snow white bosom, that was laid out in a manly
proportion, presented, on the vermilion summit of each pap, the idea of
a rose about to blow.

Nor did his shirt hinder me from observing the symmetry of his limbs,
that exactness of shape, in the fall of it towards the loins, where the
waist ends and the rounding swell of the hips commences; where the skin,
sleek, smooth, and dazzling white, burnishes on; the stretch-over firm,
plump, ripe flesh, that crimped' and ran into dimples at the least
pressure, or that the touch could not rest upon, but slid over on the
surface of the most polished ivory.

His thighs, finely fashioned, and with a florid glossy roundness,
gradually tapering away to the knees, seemed pillars worthy to support
that beauteous frame at the bottom of which I could not, without
some remains of terror, some tender emotions too, fix my eyes on that
terrible machine, which had, not long before, with such fury broke into,
torn, and almost ruined those soft, tender parts of mine, that had not
yet done smarting with the effects of its rage; but behold it now! crest
fallen, reclining its half-caped vermilion head over one of his thighs,
quiet, pliant, and to all appearances incapable of the mischiefs and
cruelty it had committed. Then the beautiful growth of the hair, in
short and soft curls round its roots, its whiteness, branched veins, the
supple softness of the shaft, as it lay foreshortened, rolled and
shrunk up into a squat thickness, languid, and borne up from between
his thighs, by its globular appendage, that wondrous treasure bag
of nature's sweets, which revelled round, and pursed up in the
only wrinkles that are known to please, perfected the prospect, and
altogether formed the most interesting moving picture in nature, and
surely infinitely superior to those nudities furnished by the painters,
statuaries, or any art, which are purchased at immense prices; whilst