LIX MNASIDIKA’S BREASTS
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
CAREFULLY, with one hand, she opened her tunic and offered me her warm, sweet breasts, as one would offer to the goddess a pair of living turtle-doves.
“Love them well,” she said to me; “I love them so much! They are dear, the little babes. I busy myself with them when I am alone. I play with them; I give them pleasure.
“I douche them with milk. I powder them with flowers. My soft hair which drys them is dear to their little points. I caress them, and shiver. I enfold them in wool.
“Because I shall never have children, be their nursling, my love, and because they are so far from my mouth, give them kisses for me.”