(ca. 2nd century BCE?)
Her foot sparkled like silver
splashing bath water
on her golden apple breasts,
grown heavy with their milk.
Her curving hip,
smooth as water, shifted,
making waves, her hand
covering her mons veneris,
hiding but a part of it.
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Kythereia was in her bath,
her lovely hands letting
her hair laugh about her throat.
May she, my queen, have mercy—
my eyes saw what was not meant for me.
Her unspeakable beauty, her graces
have shamed even the Goddess.
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