Poem O. Huang
Your
held my lotus flower
Your lips and played with
The pistil. We use a piece of Magic
rhino horn
And we could not sleep even a moment.
Throughout the night, the Precious
rooster crest stood erect
. Throughout the
Night, bee clung, trembling,
the stamens of flowers.
Oh, my sweet scented jewel! Only my Lord
have let my
Sacred lotus pond and all
nights I will let you
Whatever flowers sprout in my fire.
This beautiful poem by Chinese poet, Huang O, the sixteenth century (1498-1569), reveals beautifully lovemaking. One of my favorite erotic poems with images suggestive both seductive. Yesterday I found him, I had copied into a notebook for a month. I found virtually no information on Huang W, and the publication of his poems in Women Poets of China, you can not find here, but the full version of the book in English is http://www.questia.com / PM.qst? a = o & d = 78684120 # .
He recalled a similar experience, those who are lucky more than once in life and are constantly being sought, that repetition is the spice. But if not, at least it is recorded in memory and body ... is harder when the heart does not forget.
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