Friday, June 15, 2007

Her slender arms, her back straight and soft,
her long flanks, fleshly smooth and white,
he began to stroke, and blessed full oft
her snowy throat, her breasts round and slight.
Thus in his heaven he started to take delight,
and with that a thousand times he kissed her too:
so that for joy he scarce knew what to do.

Geoffrey Chaucer, from Troilus and Cressida
'modernised' by AS Kline