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From: Ginny Walker <wcollege2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Song of Sappho (Poetry)
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Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 16:10:05 -0500
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WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL.

THIS STORY DESCRIBES SEXUAL ATTRACTION BETWEEN GIRLS.

I am grateful to those who have shared their experiences with me
to serve as the basis for these stories and I am always looking
for more true experiences from others to write about (so email
me your experiences).  The subject matter I find most
interesting deals with first time experiences, innocence lost,
lactation, reluctance, and tribadism.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe are beautiful,
erotic and enlightening experiences of real women.

If you got wet, I welcome your feedback and encouragement at
wcollege2002@yahoo.com

This and future stories can be found on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
and also my text-only website www.geocities.com/wcollege2002
(fewer denials due to D/L limits)

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SONG OF SAPPHO
modified by Ginny Walker,2005 (based on another's original work)
wcollege2002@yahoo.com  or  wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/F, Poetic, Love

 

Lover!
How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!

Your head crowns you like purest gold on Mount Carmel.
Your hair is like royal tapestry; all who gaze upon it are held
captive by its tresses.
How beautiful you are and how pleasing, O love, with your
delights!
Your eyes behind your veil are diamonds.
Your hair is like a field of wheat descending from a mountain.
Your teeth are like a waterfall, Each has its twin; not one of
them is alone.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of sweet
fruit.
Your neck is like a satin tower, built with elegance.
Your two breasts like two hills; twin hills where gazelles graze
and are filled.
Your navel like a rare jewel, intricate and unique.
Your waist is like a meandering stream, encircled by lilies.
Your vulva is like a rose; its beauty unmatched; its unfolding
petals completely supple; its fragrance rising to the heavens as
it blooms.
Your vagina is like a deep well; its secret flow quenching all
thirst; its hidden recess offering safe refuge.
Your graceful legs are like silken vines, smooth and strong as
they embrace.

All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you.
Come with me from their world, my bride, come with me.
Ascend the crest of Eros, past the summit of Afroditi,
to the mountain of Apolyti.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen
my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one touch of your
flesh.
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much more pleasing is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your womanhood than any spice!
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.

You are a treasure locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a
spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
How I desire to open you, to release you!  To delight in your
treasures, to bathe in your flow.
Your plants are an orchard with choice fruits and flowers, with
every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the
finest spices.
How I desire to eat of your fruit; to inhale your fragrance, to
taste of your flavor.
You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming
down from heaven.
How I desire to drink of it, to satisfy my unquenchable thirst.


Beloved!
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind!
Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad.
Let my lover come into my garden and taste its choice fruits.


Lover!
I have come into your garden, my sister, my bride;
I have gathered of its fruit and its spice.
I have eaten its honeycomb and swallowed its honey;
I have drunk its wine and sweet milk.


Beloved!
I slept but my heart was awake.  My hand then explored my own
treasure.

Listen! My lover is knocking and calls:  "Open to me, my sister,
my darling, my dove, my flawless one."

My hand is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the
night.
I have taken off my robe - must I put it on and get up again?

My lover's hand released the door-latch; my heart began to pound
for her.
I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh.
She came to my bed.  I opened for my lover.  My blossom seeps
with desire for her, my breasts tremble at the touch of her
lips.  How do I tell her?  How do I tell her I am faint with
love?

My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Her mouth is sweetness itself; she is altogether lovely. This is
my lover, this my friend, O daughter of Eden.

May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips
and teeth.
I belong to my lover, and her desire is for me.
Come, my lover, let us go to the sanctuary, let us spend the
night in bed.
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have
budded, if their blossoms have opened.
There I will give you my love.
My sanctuary sends out her fragrance, and at her door is every
delicacy that I have stored up for you, my lover.

If only you were to me like a daughter, who was nursed at my
breasts.
Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would
despise me.
I would lead you and bring you to my house - I would give you
spiced wine to drink.

Her left arm is under my head and her right arm embraces me.
Her breasts caress my breasts. Her thigh presses past mine,
seeking my treasure.
Sister, you have aroused me; you have awaken love in me!

Under the apple tree I roused you.
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your
breasts;
for our love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as
the grave.
It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
Many waters cannot quench our love; rivers cannot wash it away.
If one were to give all the wealth of this world for our love,
it would be utterly scorned.

I am your possession, and my body is your reward. Receive my
breasts, covet my womb. Be satisfied in the offering of my
flesh. Find your pleasure in me.
Thus I have become in her eyes like one bringing contentment.
A queen's vineyard is let out to her tenants.  Each is to bring
for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
But my own vineyard is mine to give; all its fruit and riches
are for you, my love; you who tend its fruit.  Eat of it and be
filled.
Come to me, my lover!


-THE END-

by Ginny Walker, 2005
wcollege2002@yahoo.com  or  wcollege2001@yahoo.com

This and future stories will appear on my web site at
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
and my text-only site at
www.geocities.com/wcollege2002


 

		
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