the sight of them in actual life is scarce sovereignly tasted by any
but the few whom nature has endowed with a fire of imagination, warmly
pointed by a truth of judgment to the spring-head, the originals of
beauty, of nature's unequalled composition, above all the imitations of
art, or the reach of wealth to pay their price.
But every thing must have an end. A motion made by this angelic youth,
in the listlessness of goingoff sleep, replaced his shirt and the bed
clothes in a posture that shut up that treasury from longer view.
I lay down then, and carrying my hands to that part of me in which the
objects just seen had begun to raise a mutiny, that prevailed over the
smart of them, my fingers now opened themselves an easy passage; but
long I had not time to consider the wide difference there, between
the maid and the now finished woman, before Charles waked, and turning
towards me, kindly enquired how I had rested? and, scarce giving me time
to answer, imprinted on my lips one of his burning rapture kisses, which
darted a flame to my heart, that from thence radiated to every part of
me; and presently, as if he had proudly meant revenge for the survey I
had smuggled of all his naked beauties, he spurns off the bed clothes,
and trussing up my shift as high as it would go, took his turn to feast
his eyes on all the gifts nature had bestowed on my person; his busy
hands, too, ranged intemperately over every part of me. The delicious
austerity and hardness of my yet unripe budding breasts, the whiteness
and firmness of my flesh, the freshness and regularity of my features,
the harmony of my limbs, all seemed to confirm him in his satisfaction
with his bargain; but when curious to explore the havock he had made
in the centre of his over fierce attack, he not only directed his hands
there, but with a pillow put under, placed me favourably for his
wanton purpose of inspection. Then, who can express the fire his eyes
glistened, his hands glowed with! whilst sighs of pleasure, and tender
broken exclamations, were all the praises he could utter. By this time
his machine, stiffly risen at me, gave me to see it in its highest state
and bravery. He feels it himself, seems pleased at its condition, and,
smiling loves and graces, seizes one of my hands, and carries it, with
gentle compulsion, to this pride of nature, and its richest master
piece.
I, struggling faintly, could not help feeling what I could not grasp, a
column of
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