T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
From The Songs of BilitisCX. To Her Breasts
By Pierre Louÿs (18701925)(1894. Translated from the French by Horace Manchester Brown. 1904) FLESH-LIKE flowers, O my breasts: how rich you are in voluptuousness! My breasts in my hands, what lack you of softness, and of mellow warmth and of youthful perfume? | 1 |
Already you are polished like the breasts of a statue, and hard like the insensible marble. In order that you may submit, I will cherish you the more, you that were already loved. | 2 |
Your sleek and rounded form is the honor of my brown body, whether I imprison you under a necklace of gold, or leave you free and naked, you precede me with your splendor. | 3 |
Be then happy this night. If my fingers toy with you in caresses, you alone will know them until tomorrow morning; for this night Bilitis has paid Bilitis. | 4 |