Pearls
"The pearl is the daughter of the Moon and the common sense." Zosimos of Panopolis
The days of yore these beautiful large pearls
bathed in the salty pleasure of the ocean.
They’re now in the box in which the girl's
thin fingers bath and their harmonic motion
arouses me. Oh, lightning-fast exposure!
Oh, pearls of pleasure on your belly!.. Say
to me, how do you keep such a composure
to ask me in due time to slip away?
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