bondage – SEAREIGNS

theumbrellaseller:

I dream’d this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphos’d to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way,
Enthrall’d my dainty Lucia.
Methought, her long small legs and thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprise;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waist
By my soft Nerv’lits were embrac’d:
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung:
So that my Lucia seem’d to me
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curls about her neck did crawl,
And arms and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely stir,
(All parts there made one prisoner.)
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy’d,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancy I awoke;
And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a Stock than like a Vine.

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The Vine, Robert Herrick, (1591-1674)