The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: The Grotto of the Nymphs

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Your little feet are daintier than those of silver Thetis. 81 You cross your arms and press your breasts together, and rock them softly, like two snowy doves. Beneath your hair you hide your moistened eyes, your trembling mouth and the red flowers of your ears; but naught shall stay my gentle glance or the warm breath of my kiss.