Bedtime games or My lover's delight

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;  
My lover's ways are always so much fun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
Our clothes we shed, and when we are in bed;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
I touch her breasts and kiss them one by one;  
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.  
And suck her nipples 'til they're hard and red.  
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,  
And stroke her back, until the time is right,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
To squeeze her bum, her softly rounded cheeks;  
And in some perfumes is there more delight  
And when I part them, it does her excite
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks:  
To feel me stroke her slit, her pleasure peaks:  
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
As deep into her cunt my fingers go
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;  
Her senses stirred as round and round they go;  
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
Their gentle probing makes her juices flow,  
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.  
Until she comes, in waves of rapture drowned.  
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare
And when I enter heav'n, as now I dare
As any she belied with false compare.
My pleasure is complete as I come there.

* With apologies to William Shakespeare