Knowledge Box Archive    |   home

Just Once More   |   Lustful   |   Waiting   |   Erotic Slumber   |   Be In Love   |   In Summer's Heat   |   Between Your Sheets   |   Glances   |   Your Eyes   |   A Kiss For You   |   Oral Love   |   Back to Reality   |   Foiled Sleep   |   My Lady   |   Witch-Wife   |   Anvil of Love   |   The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd   |   The Passionate Shepherd to His Love   |   Anvil of Love   |   Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How do I Love thee?   |   Four Sonnets (1922) Sonnet III     |   Untitled

Between Your Sheets

Back < < to Prose and Poetry

Directory /hist

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689-1762)

Between Your Sheets

Between your sheets you soundly sleep

Nor dreams of vigils that we lovers keep

While all the night, I waking sign your name,

The tender sound does every nerve inflame,

Imagination shows me all your charms,

The plenteous silken hair, and waxen arms,

The well turned neck, and snowy rising breast

And all the beauties that supinely rest

between your sheets.

Ah Lindamira, could you see my heart,

How fond, how true,

how free from fraudful art,

The warmest glances poorly do explain

The eager wish, the melting throbbing pain

Which through my very blood and soul I feel,

Which you cannot believe nor I reveal,

Which every metaphor must render less

And yet (methinks) which I could well express

between your sheets.