Dialogue
“My Lady fair! Thou ridest like a whore!
My prod between thy legs is so inflam’d
That soon its cumly rush shall be so aim’d
That thou shalt taste it! Lo, of this I’m sure!”
“Name me not so, lest with my rising ire
Anon I beat thee with this leathern strap!
Nor come so soon, lest thine unmanly lap
Be scorned by maidens for its feeble fire!”
“Ah, Lady! Ply thy whips upon my back,
And sit astride me there; for then, in troth,
Thy double-ended dildo, serving both,
Might pleasure bring, should weakened manhood lack!”
“Lie still that I may sit! For ’tis said right
Who toppleth shall not fuck again this night.”