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.