In the current article, we publish the rest engravings of Antoine Borel and our translations of the rhymes of François-Félix Nogaret from the book Aretino In French (1782). For the previous eight poses, check out the first part!
Fig. 1a. Pose Nine.
Fig. 1b. Pose Nine. French text.
- My soul's a vulva when I see this rod,
I'm tryin' to keep control, but all in vain.
How great is your performance, oh, my lord…
- Fuck sanity, I swear to stay insane!
Let's stroke each other now in thousand ways,
Receiving, giving back without a stop.
All delicacies are for us to taste
Between the very bottom and the top.
Fig. 2a. Pose Ten.
Fig. 2b. Pose Ten, French text.
- For any dog, this trick is not so new,
But it provides me with a perfect view…
You look so graceful in a doggy style!
Now let me tease your vulva for a while.
Who savored this, will surely like it all.
My needle is attracted to your pole.
- I'm ready for the meal... I liked your treat,
This fucking is magnificent indeed!
Fig. 3a. Pose Eleven.
Fig. 3b. Pose Eleven. French text.
Our zeal is that of mating doves in spring,
I want to squeeze your breasts and bite your tongue.
Jerk off, pop in, unload, repeat the thing,
You wiggle like an eel until it's done.
- Move, very well, my dear… This way, once more…
There's just a second left before the flood.
And now great waves are crashing on the shore,
You ready? I unload... ah, damn… oh, god!
Fig. 4a. Pose Twelve.
Fig. 4b. Pose Twelve, French text.
Oh, my brunette with this athletic wheel!
The attribute of Fortune suits you well.
My destiny depends just on your will,
Which I wish to be able to foretell.
Though Fortune is a whore, I hope you're not.
Don't be like her, don't break my faithful heart.
Oh, honey, I don't need a treasure pot,
Just let me stay in your most secret part.
Fig. 5a. Pose Thirteen.
Fig. 5b. Pose Thirteen, French text.
How firm, how long! It could impale a wall,
The sight of it excites me. What a dick!
The trunks of Zeus and Mars were not so tall,
The king of dicks, damn you if you come quick!
- The fire of my loins will not subside,
Don't even hope, my love, that I'll come first.
- Let's see, my Mars! Be careful with your pride,
My rising flames can be on par with yours.
Fig. 6a. Pose Fourteen.
Fig. 6b. Pose Fourteen, French text.
You, who intoxicates me, don't expect
That there's an inch of you I won't caress.
You own a temple, which I can't neglect,
Your buttocks these of Venus could surpass!
My dick's obliged to honor such a site
And then be back to where it was before.
Your pretty cunt is perfect to reside,
But let me also knock a neighbor's door!
Fig. 7a. Pose Fifteen.
Fig. 7b. Pose Fifteen, French text.
- Oh, don't you think we can do both? I doubt.
- Of course, we can! Let's mix our needs and wants.
One breast's for him, another's mine for now,
And while he sucks, your cunt may suck my wand.
- I feel a bunch of pleasures, all in one,
To manage both of you is not so tough.
When milk and spunk are bringing so much fun,
I know, I'm blessed by Nature and your love!
Fig. 8a. Pose Sixteen.
Fig. 8b. Pose Sixteen, French text.
- Ah, sleep, my dear, listening to the song…
- And you, who sings, let me awake your cunt.
In silence, we can do it for a long,
My lust for you is difficult to blunt.
It feels like in this peaceful paradise
My dick's the one who doesn't fall asleep.
You like it, though. Our jobs are synchronized:
I rock you, and you rock a baby's crib.
Fig. 9a. Pose Seventeen.
Fig. 9b. Pose Seventeen, French text.
All pleasures on the earth are bound to end
But those of Aphrodite will renew.
I suck your breast and touch it with my hand…
A noble lad looks poor next to you.
Your thighs and knees; your belly, cunt, and ass –
Each part's created just to be adored.
When, losing breath, you answer my caress,
I can feel pity even on my lord.
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