I wish I were her Nubian Girl

The following is translated from hieroglyphs.  Written about 1100 BC.  I used to think I was the only one who had such thoughts:

I wish I were her Nubian Girl,
 one to attend her (bosom comppanion).
Confidant and a child of discretion:
Close hidden at nightfall we whisper
As (modest by day) she offers
breasts like ripe berries to evening-
Her long gown settles, then bodiless
hangs from my helping hand
Oh, she'll give pleasure! In future
no grown man will deny it!
But tonight, to me, this chaste girl
bares unthinking the delicate blush
Of a most secret landscape,
her woman's body