More Greek Ribaldry

One afternoon, Menecratis
that pretty little thing,
was lying stretched in sleep
with her arm twined round her head.

Boldly I entered her narrow bed
and found myself to my delight
half-way along love's journey
before she woke and knew her plight
and with her hands of slender white
began to tear my hair.

She struggled till I'd had my will;
then, lying still,
with tear-filled eyes she said:

'You wretch, you've had it now,
the thing you sought so long,
the thing that I denied
although you offered me gold.
And now you'll leave my side,
you've ended all between us,
another girl you'll chase
and cheat in your embrace.
For all you men
are servants of insatiable Venus.'