C. Deveureux Venus in India I 97: Finding her waistband loosened, it had explored the sweet pastures of her silvery belly, and crossing the rough surface grass of the mount of Venus. As my fingers pressed in Cupid’s furrow, the lovely little clitoris, ever on the watch, had sprung up to salute it with a moist and eager kiss.at Cupid’s cloister (n.) under Cupid, n.