Ideas that, ming-
ling streams, pour'd such an ocean of intoxicating bliss on
a weak vessel, all too narrow to contain it, that I lay over-
whelm'd, absorbed, lost in an abyss of joy, and dying of
nothing but immoderate delight.
Charles then rous'd me somewhat out of this extatic dis-
traction with a complaint softly murmured, amidst a crowd of
kisses, at the position, not so favourable to his desires, in
which I receiv'd his urgent insistance for admission, where
that insistance was alone so engrossing a pleasure that it
made me inconsistently suffer a much dearer one to be kept
out; but how sweet to correct such a mistake! My thighs, now
obedient ot the intimations of love and nature, gladly dis-
close, and with a ready submission, resign up the soft gate-
way to the entrance of pleasure: I see, I feel the delicious
velvet tip! . . . he enters me might and main, with . . . oh!
my pen drops from me here in the extasy now present to my
faithful memory! Description too deserts me, and delivers
over a task, above its strength of wing, to the imagination:
but it must be an imagination exalted by such a flame as mine
that can do justice to that sweetest, noblest of all sensa-
tions, that hailed and accompany'd the stiff insinuation all
the way up, till it was at the end of its penetration, send-
ing up, through my eyes, the sparks of the love-fire that
ran all over me and blaz'd in every vein and every pore of
me: a system incarnate of joy all over.
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