F l o w e r
 
 
He seems a god, that man
who sits beside you.
listens to your sweet voice,
your laughter i desire.
It shakes the heart in my breast
So when I glance at you,
I cannot speak
my tongue breaks,
my body burns,
I cannot see,
my ears ring,
- sweat pours from me, I shake,
I am greener than grass
close to death.

Catullus - 16
Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
qui me ex versiculis meis putastis,
quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
Nam castum esse decet pium poetam
ipsum, versiculos nihil necessest;
qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem,
si sunt molliculi ac parum pudici
et quod pruriat incitare possunt,
non dico pueris, sed his pilosis
qui duros nequeunt movere lumbos.
Vos, quod milia multa basiorum
legistis, male me marem putatis?
Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.
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