The Imperfect Enjoyment
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms,
I filled with love, and she all over charms;
Both equally inspired with eager fire,
Melting through kindness, flaming in desire.
With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace, [5]
Christmas and Poetry is something that has been together since humanity can remember. We encounter poetry to flourish during this time of the year, because of the cheerful and sad moment we all share and also because it has deep roots within our memories. Our childhoods were full of great and emotional moments during Christmas [...]