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Catullus 48

Mellitos oculos tuos, Juventi,
si quis me sinat usque basiare,
usque ad milia basiem trecenta
nec numquam videar satur futurus
non si densior aridis aristis
sit nostrae seges osculationis.

Your darling eyes, sweet Juventius, if
suddenly somehow somewhere somebody let me
kiss them three hundred times or past that, never
would I be satisfied, not even if
our kisses ripened into fields of bearded corn
with a million golden kernels, I’d need more.


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