A man sits naked on a chair, a woman, naked, too, stands in front of him, ready to mount and fuck him.
Her body is made of snow
Her limbs of jade…
A few willows that a spring will vanquish…
Sitting dejectedly, I contemplate her dishevelled hair
And on my bed my desires overflow.
Slender as a plum tree
And frail as the willow…
The silk curtains drawn up.
Come forth, my club shows interest all a-quiver…
My eyes on her soft breasts, I am in seventh heaven:
Come, let us yield to the madness of love
Yu Fumen
Monday, 24 December 2007
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2 comments:
Whew!
Ah, the madness. The wild abandon.
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