web hit counter

Angela St. Lawrence is the reigning queen of high-end, long distance training and Femme Domme phone sex, providing esoteric depravity for the aficionado, specializing in Erotic Fetish, Female Domination, Cock Control, Kinky Taboo and Sensual Debauchery. To make an appointment or speak with Ms. St. Lawrence  ...


Done in by Donne

Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed

Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times, having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing, though they never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven’s zone glistering
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breast-plate, which you wear
That th’eyes of busy fools may be stopped there:
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now ’tis your bed time.
Off with that happy busk, whom I envy
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown’s going off such beauteous state reveals
As when from flowery meads th’hills shadow steals.
Off with your wiry coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow.
Off with those shoes: and then safely tread
In this love’s hallowed temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven’s angels used to be
Received by men; thou Angel bring’st with thee
A heaven like Mahomet’s Paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these Angels from an evil sprite:
They set out hairs, but these the flesh upright.

License my roving hands, and let them go
Behind before, above, between, below.
Oh my America, my new found land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my Empery,
How blessed am I in this discovering thee.
To enter in these bonds is to be free,
Then where my hand is set my seal shall be.

Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee.
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are as Atlanta’s balls, cast in men’s views,
That when a fool’s eye lighteth on a gem
His earthly soul may covet theirs not them.
Like pictures, or like books’ gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus arrayed;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
Whom their imputed grace will dignify
Must see revealed. Then since I may know,
As liberally as to a midwife show
Thyself; cast all, yea this white linen hence.
Here is no penance, much less innocence.

To teach thee, I am naked first: why then
What need’st thou have more covering than a man.


*sigh*  Yup!  I’d fuck him.

Sorry, Avon Bard, I do like John Donne more than Shakespeare.  There’s just something a little more immediate about his stuff. Although you may quote the The Sweet Swan to me, for me, about me any time and I will continue to swoon.

The Works of John Donne

About John Donne

John Donne at Wikipedia

6 Responses to “Done in by Donne”

  1. AvonBard Says:

    For conversations with you, sweet mistress, this poet may be preferable if, as I hope, by Donne you’ll be undone.

  2. Mr. Smith Says:

    Yesterday you flirted with PQS, today with Avon Bard. Now I am really jealous.

  3. PQS Says:

    License my roving hands, and let them go
    Behind, before, above, between, below.

    Woo hoo!

  4. creepyolderguy Says:

    You incurable romantic…it’s why we all love you so

  5. TheProfessor Says:

    You’re right, Creepy Older Guy, she is. And so damn naughty too. Perfection defined.

  6. Strap On in a Poem? Yup! | ZenFetish Says:

    […] The website notes that her poetry has been compared to "a cross between Dorothy Parker and a lap dance" and "John Donne in sexy underwear."  And you already know I adore Donne. […]

Leave a Reply