The smooth golden brown leopardess stalks her prey, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce.

The stride of a thoroughbred. Look at those calf muscles, look at those arches, look at those haunches, and kneel in deference.

And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety,
But rather famish them amid their plenty

The sun is setting on this leopardess in high heels and it's complementing and enriching her contours. Simply delicious.

Making them red and pale with fresh variety,
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty

A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport

With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
The precedent of pith and livelihood

Two vestal virgin maidens with creamy smooth skin, enshrouded in exquisitely feminine dresses, with their bosoms and haunches and loins swaying freely, mesmerizing the photographer.

And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good

Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force
Courageously to pluck him from his horse

Over one arm the lusty courser's rein,
Under her other was the tender boy

Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy

These girls truly are in the prime of their life. If only I were a sultan and this were the 18th century. Can you say "harem"?

She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,
He red for shame, but frosty in desire

The studded bridle on a ragged bough
Nimbly she fastens:--O, how quick is love!--

The steed is stalled up, and even now
To tie the rider she begins to prove:
Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust,
And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust.