|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)
WHY am I become Lesbian, O Bilitis, thou askest me? But what player of the flute is not a Lesbian in some degree? I am poor; I have no bed; I lie with her who wishes me, and I thank her with that which I have.
| When we are small we already dance naked; and what dances? Thou knowest, my dear one: the twelve desires of Aphrodite. We look each upon the other, we compare the beauty of our nakedness, and we find it beautiful.|| 2|
| During the long night we are warmed by the pleasure of the lookers-on; but our ardor is not feigned, and so strongly do we feel it, that sometimes, behind the doors, one of us may embrace a companion who consents.|| 3|
| How do we make love with a man who is rude to us? He takes us as he would a woman, and leaves us before the orgasm. Thou, thou art a woman and knowest what I mean. Thou canst take it as for thyself.|| 4|