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My gentle hand of mistress
and of lover
Passes laughing over your sweet skin at feast,
Laughing and enjoying your enjoyment.
To serve it you know well that was made,
And your fair body will that I undress it
To ceaselessly besot it with an art
Always new, in caresses always quick.
I am just like the great Sappho.
Let my head roaming and
sinking
Aimlessly, a little farouche, in quest
Of shadow and odor and a charming work
Toward the savors of your secret glory.
Let wander the soul of your poet
Over all, field or wood, mount or vale,
As you would and as I wish.
I am just like the great Sappho.
So I squeeze your body
greedily,
All your flesh against my athletic body
That stiffens and softens at moments
Happy with triumph and with defeat
In this conflict of heart and head,
For the sterile embrace where the stag
Comes at last to make nature complete.
I am just like the great Sappho.
Envoy
Prince or princess, honest or not,
Grumbling or whatever your plane,
Poet known too well or divine procurer,
I am just like the great Sappho.
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