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I stretched rose-buttocked Doris out over the bed

and became immortal in her blooming flowers.

For, encircling me about the waist with her wonderful legs,

she completed the long course of Cyypris without intermission,

her eyes heavy with lust: dark, like leaves in the wind,

they trembled as she plunged up and down –

until the white strength poured from both of us

and Doris lay outspread with exhausted limbs.