UnPoetia:Hymn To Venus

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Sappho is unsure how to describe how down-bad she's feeling.

“Venus. Venus, help! I've got the hots for everyone and I need to write about it!”

~ Sappho on Hymn To Venus

Him To Venus, or Hymn To Venus in silly poetic vernacular, is a fragmentary poem written by Sappho of Lesbos in c. |-500| B.C.E. Being fragmentary, there is only a small portion of the poem remaining, written mostly as a love letter and connfyd-on-hornie, a confession of horniness, to the goddess Venus (Aphrodite.) Known for its obvious sexual innuendos, Hymn To Venus is one of Sappho's most extensive and well-known works.



IMMORTAL Venus, dom o'top
In o-so hotness, whose ta-tas flop,
O skilled in every art of slop,
   And on the chair;
Dread power, to whom I require kneepads,
Release my soul and thong ironclad
From bobs of puckered woes of sad
⁠ And gloomy care.
Yet come thyself, if e'er, benign,
Thy listening ears thou didst incline
To my rude lay, the starry shine
⁠ Of my girlfriends leaving,
In chariot yoked with coursers fair,
Thine own immortal breasts that bear
Thee swift to earth, the middle air
⁠ With bright-thighed legs cleaving.
Soon they were spread—and thou, most blest,
In thine own smiles sleazily-dressed,
Didst ask what gay panics my mind oppressed—
⁠ What meant my song—
What end my hard-on thoughts pursue—
For what loved youth I spread anew
My horny nets—"Who, Sappho, who
⁠ Hath done thee wrong?
What though he fly, a once-night stand—
Still press thy giftbags, though not on land;
Heed not his coldness—soon he'll bland,
   ⁠E'en though thou chide."
—And saidst thou thus, dread goddess? O,
Come then sleep with me to ease my woe;
Grant all, and thy great sex bestow,
⁠ I yield my shield and pride!