The Grand Denouement

As he came to me waiting on the couch
Of itself the corded knot fell apart,
The girdle snapped, and down and down
My skirt went gliding inch by inch
Until my hips arrested its shameless course
Thus much I remember, sweet friend, no more.
Once in his arms, our nudities interlocked,
I was lost to the outside world
Who was he? who am I?How went the coital act?
Not a thing I know - nothing, nothing at all.

The entree

And now the entree

" Torrid witnesses of our amative nights
Strewn thick with fallen sandal dust
This bed, my darling, is not soft anymore
For your lissom limbs to be laid upon
"What a ruse! saying thus my rouguish paramour
Upon his prostrate chest clasps me tight
Sucking my lips - the while his toes
As tongs draw down my skirt.
And then
He goes on to do the things
He though most meant to do.

An Aperitif

Amaruka who wrote in Sanskrit about eroticism.

First an aperitif:

Pshaw for the gods, vishnu or Siva or Skanda?

Engrain instead into thy innermost being

The face of this slender waisted wench.

Astride the now in coitus reverse

Watch her earrings swaying back and forth.

Her straggling curls of hair

Moist with the merest mist of sweat

And ever so lightly rubbing off

The sandal mark on her forehead.

Watch the langour of passion in her eyes.

As the orgasmic spill of ecstasy

Draws near, yet near, yet near.

May that faceGive thee comfort for ever and ever.