LXII GAMES
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
MORE than her balls or her doll, I am for her a game. With all parts of my body, she amuses herself like a child, through the long hours, without speaking.
She loosens my hair and reforms it according to her caprice, knotting it under my chin like a thick cloth, or twisting it upon the nape of my neck, or braiding it to the end.
She regards with astonishment the color of my lashes, the folds of my neck. Sometimes she makes me kneel and place my hands upon the bed:
Then (it is one of her games) she slips her little head underneath and imitates the trembling kid which sucks from the belly of its mother.