Thomas Otway, a dramatist whom Lord Rochester befriended in 1675, wrote “The Enjoyment.” I urge you to enjoy his sexy little poem, with its references to “dying” (a metaphor for orgasm).
Claspt in the arms of her love,
In vain, alas! For life I strove;
My flutt’ring spirits, wrapt in fire,
By love’s mysterious art,
Borne on the wings of fierce desire,
Flew from my flaming heart.
Thus lying in a trance for dead,
Her swelling breasts bore up my head;
When waking from a pleasing dream,
I saw her killing eyes,
Which did in fiery glances seem
To say, Now Coelia dies!
Fainting, she press’d me in her arms,
And trembling lay, dissolv’d in charms;
When, with a shiv’ring voice, she cried,
Must I alone, then, die?
No, no, I languishing replied,
I’ll bear thee company.
Melting our souls thus into one,
Swift joys our wishes did out-run:
Then launch’d in rolling seas of bliss,
We bid the world adieu;
Swearing, by ev’ry charming kiss,
To be for ever true.