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He is a perfect man, educated, rich and respected by all. Only his
wife knows his weakness. Valiant and skilful at all sorts of games, he
lacks vigour in those of love. So she gives him potions to drink, milk
mixed with sugar, uchchata root, pepper and liquorice. Or rice with
sparrow's eggs. She covers herself with perfumed unguents and oils and,
with skilful caresses, awakens the lazy lingam. Erect from her hisses, it
is eventually ready to act. Then, like a snake, the beauty turns around,
slithers and coils up among the cushions. The husband did not expect this
reversal of the situation. He is all excited now. Blindly, his lingam
searches for the yoni. It is the coupling of the
cobra.
If, sitting facing her, you grasp her ankles and fasten them
like a chain behind your neck, and she grips her toes as you make
love, it is the delightful Padma (the Lotus). |
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