Till breathless he disjoined, and backward drew
The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,
Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,
Where on they surfeit, yet complain on draught.
He with her plenty pressed, she faint with dearth,
Their lips together glued, fall to the earth.
Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,
And glutton-like she feeds, yet never fill;
Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
Paying what ransom the insulter will;
Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high
That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry.
And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
With blindfold fury she begins to forage;
Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,
And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage.
Planting oblivion, beating reason back,
Forgetting shame's pure blush and honor's wrack.
Hot, faint and weary, with her, hard embracing,
Like a wild bird being tamed with too much handling,
Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tired with chasing,
Or like the forward infant stilled with dandling,
He now obeys and now no more resist,
While she takes all she can, not all she listen
