She lied there breathless almost, blushed and bare,
For whom a statue I was, designed to stare
At those light eyes, pale skin, golden hair
Speechless I was, wanting much to declare.
Yet I, though mere, to this goddess aspired
I took by cunning theft her soft breaths with Love's fires
That burned and took her air, yet fueled newer desires
And incited pleasure, till she from passion retired
And not immortal time or anything heaven sent
Could some guilt evoke in me, or cause me to repent
Of my lustful theft, for which my deity gave consent
Lying there so calmed of a passion fueled and spent!