Those thunder python thighs can wrap themselves around me any day of the week. By golly, they'd prolly choke me to death, but it would be worth it.

Look, how a bird lies tangled in a net,
So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies

Booty shorts, bare midriff, tank top, silver handbag, flip flops, bare feet, beautiful arch, she's ready to go to work!

Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret,
Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes

Rain added to a river that is rank
Perforce will force it overflow the bank

Here we have an impromptu change of footwear. Gives us a great opportunity to appreciate her lovely thigh and her very pretty bare foot. Savoury goodness.

Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale

A raven with a unique sense of style, smooth golden brown flesh, and one of the hottest arches this side of paradise.

Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets,
'Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy-pale

Being red, she loves him best; and being white,
Her best is better'd with a more delight

Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
And by her fair immortal hand she swears

From his soft bosom never to remove,
Till he take truce with her contending tears

Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet;
And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt

Close that mouth of yours, you naughty little wench.

Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,
Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in;
So offers he to give what she did crave

But when her lips were ready for his pay,
He winks, and turns his lips another way.