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The young widow of a very old husband, she mourns for his
tenderness and kindness. The river is grey. The flowers have lost their
fragrance. Why was she stopped from throwing herself onto the pyre? She
falls asleep. A tear rolls down her cheek, her sighs causing her lovely
breasts to rise. Kama, the god without a body, is moved by this sight. He
takes the shape of a handsome prince and lies down upon her. The perfume
of jasmine mixes with the young man's musky odour. Brisk like a sparrow,
the god's lingam goes back and forth continuously inside her yoni. She has
never known anything like this with her husband. Her groans accompany the
river's rumbling. The singing of the birds awakens her. Was it only a
dream? Who would care! Today the mourning is over. She will go to the
temple to make offerings to Kama, the god of all
desires.
In Samputa (the Jewel Case) your legs lie along hers
caressing their
whole length from toes to thighs.
Your lover may be below you,
or
you may both lie on your sides,
in which case she should always be on
your left. |
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