|T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 192122.|
|From The Songs of Bilitis|
|By Pierre Louÿs (18701925)|
(1894. Translated from the French by Horace Manchester Brown. 1904)
CLOSE softly thine arms about me like a girdle. Oh, touch, touch my skin thus! Neither water, nor the breath of the south wind are softer than thy hand.
| To-day endear me, little sister, it is thy turn. Remember thou the endearments that I taught thee last night, and kneel thou near to me who am fatigued; kneel thou in silence.|| 2|
| Thy lips descend upon my lips. All thine undone hair follows them, as a caress follows a kiss. Thy locks glide upon my left breast; they hide thine eyes.|| 3|
| Give me thy hand, it is hot! Press mine and leave it not. Hands better than lips unite, and their passion is equalled by nothing.|| 4|