Foreign Flesh Poem by Nicarchus

Foreign Flesh





No one, Charidemus,
Can constantly sleep with his own wife
And take heart-felt pleasure in it.
Our nature is so fond of titillation,
Such a luster after foreign flesh,
That it persists in seeking the illusion
Of a strange case.

translated by William Roger Paton

Saturday, February 20, 2016
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