Miss Sophia M—rt—n, No. 11, Stephen Street, Rathbone Place.
Oh! the transporting joy!
Impetuous flood of long-expected rapture, she is a charming black beauty; her vivid eyes, speak the liveliness of her disposition, and the joy she conceives in the hour of bliss. As yet she hath not approached the verge of satiety; she is not so hackneyed in the ways of man as to be merely passive, she enjoys the pleasure, and though she is very fond of a noun substantive that can stand by itself, yet she loves to make it fall, and indeed the stoutest man cannot stand long before her; many a fine weapon she has made a mere hanger and the most stubborn steel hath melted in her sheath; yet no one complains, but rather rejoices at the debility she produces, and wishes for repetition which she enjoys with a gou peculiar to herself, and is possessed of every amorous means to produce it, as she is of every luscious one to destroy it.—To be met with at any of the genteel houses about St. James's.