The Boudoir No. 5

KITTYS DREAM

On her couch, one summer's day,

Beauteous, youthful Kitty lay;

Venus saw her from above,

Smiling Venus, Queen of Love;

Amaz'd at each celestial grace,

Her polish'd limbs, her blooming face -

"Come here, my boy," she said, "and see

"One you might have took for me."

Roguish Cupid, laughing, cries,

"O give me leave to quit the skies,

"And make that heav'nly maiden prove,

"The various mysteries of love:

"The close embrace, the juicy kiss,

"The raging, melting, dying bliss."

Venus consented: "Go, my boy,

"Make her know the height of joy."

Away the archer and his train,

Sport along th' ethereal plain.

Now around the sleeping fair

Thousand Cupids fill the air;

In her bosom some inspire

Tender wishes, fond desire;

Some in balmy kisses sip

Nectar from her glowing lip;

Her each heaving snowy breast,

Some with wanton ardour press'd;

Twining round her slender waist,

Some with eager joy embrac'd;

Whilst, at random, others rove

Through the fragrant groves of love.

Whilst thus the God his revels keeps,

Kitty, happy virgin, sleeps:

A pleasing dream her soul employs,

Rich with imaginary joys.

She thinks Sir Charles, upon his knees,

Beseeching her to give him ease;

That she, disdainful, looks awhile;

At length, with a complying smile,

His fears dispelling, lets him see

She burns with love as well as he:

That, folded in his eager arms,

He boldy rifles all her charms,

Whilst she returns the warm embrace,

Breast to breast, and face to face.

Sighing she wakes: "Ah! love," she cries,

"How vast must be thy real joys!

"When thus divinely great they seem,

"Tho' but imagin'd in a dream?"

Scarcely this reflection o'er,

A footman thunders at the door;

Kitty, disordered, leaves her couch,

And Betty tells the Knight's approach.

He enters with becoming grace,

Blushes overspread her face;

In a soft, persuasive strain,

He begs her to relieve his pain.

Nothing she says; but from her eyes

He learns that nothing she denies.

Encourag'd thence, her lips, her breast, He tries, and wanders o'er the rest:

The glowing maid, no longer coy,

Gives an unbounded loose to joy;

Around him folds her snowy arms,

At once bestowing all her charms:

And now this happy couple prove

All the substantial sweets of love;

Till hast'ning to Love's destin'd goal,

True as the needle to the pole,

Raging and stung with keen desire,

In amorous swoonings they expire.

While thousand Cupids laughing by,

Assist their blissful ecstasy.

Loosen'd from his fond embrace,

"My dream," she cries, "is come to pass."

"And did my charmer dream of this?"

Sir Charles replies, and takes a kiss:

"Henceforth whene'er you dream, my dear,

"Let me be your interpreter."