THE SCENE: In this emotional scene from an erotic medieval french poem, a wife discovers that her husband’s prick has returned, after she thought it was gone forever.
THE TEXT:
She bends to carry out her quest
And puts her hand into his breeches
And feels around until she reaches
A proud prick straining at the bit;
She cups her hand and fondles it
And finds it heavy, hard, and hot.
With joy her heart leaps like a shot.
“What’s this I feel?” she said. “What is it?”
“My prick,” he said, “which has gone rigid,
Just like it used to do of old.”
“Is this a joke?” “It’s as I’ve told”
“As the Lord wills, so He can do,
And it was not His will, believe me,
That my dear wife should ever leave me.”
Around his neck her arms she flung
And kissed him deeply with her tongue,
Still clasping his rod in her hand
“My darling husband, dearest friend,
Today you gave me such a fright!
Never since I first saw the light
Of day has my heart known such pain!”
She hugs and kisses him again.
– The Fisherman of Pont-Sur-Seine, 13th Century AD
