Carmina - Part 80

Gellius, what reason can you give why those ruddy lips of yours
Are whiter than winter snow when you get up in the morning
And when you rise from your soft siesta in the long hours after lunch?
I don't know if it's true what the gossips say:
That you are friends with men who are really no better than they ought to be,
But this is certain: Virro's strained thighs
And those white lips of yours have something in common.
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Catullus
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