who for that reason thus addressed him: "What makes you look at me in this fashion? Had I a thousand vulvas there would be nothing to hope for you!" "And why?" said the poet. "Because your appearance is not prepossessing," she said, "and what you keep hidden will be no better." He replied, "If you would put me to the proof, you would find that my interior qualities are of a nature to make you forget my outer appearance." He then uncovered himself, and let her see a member the size of the arm of a young girl. At that sight she felt herself getting burning hot with amorous desire. He saw it, and asked her to let him caress her. Then she uncovered herself and showed him her mount of Venus, vaulted like a cupola.[1] He then did the business for her, and then recited these verses:—
"I have plied in her my member, big as a virgin's arm:
A member with a round head, and prompt to attack;
Measuring in length a span and a half.
And, oh! I felt as though I had put it in a brazier."
He who seeks the pleasure a woman can give must satisfy her amorous desires after hot caresses as described. He will see her swooning with lust, her vulva will get moist, her womb will stretch forward, and the two sperms will come together.
- ↑ Note of the autograph edition.—Here appears the taste of the Arabs for prominent pubis. The subject of this structural quality of women will appear frequently.
