{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob063.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob063.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob063.htm","text":"Carefully, with one hand, she opened her tunic and tendered me her breasts, warm and sweet, just as one offers the goddess a pair of living turtle-doves.\n\"Love them well,\" she said to me, \"I love them so! They are little darlings, little children. I busy myself with them when I am alone. I play with them; I pleasure them.\n\"I flush them with milk. I powder them with flowers. I dry them with my fine-spun hair, soft to their little nipples. I caress them and I shiver. I couch them in soft wool.\n\"Since I shall never have a child, be their nursling, oh! my love, and since they are so distant from my mouth, kiss them, sweet, for me.\"","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: Mnasidika's Breasts","type":"page"}