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Lustful men, struck by cold fever on winter nights, survive only by the warm embrace of doe-eyed women’s bosoms.
Wander not, O mind, into the rugged terrain of a woman’s bosom. There lies the dark cave of her navel, where even Krishna’s son was stripped and robbe...
The splendor of her full bosom rises like golden peaks, determined to surpass even the mountains in magnificence.
Who could be the lover of such a divine beauty, whose eyes play like hills, and who walks weighed by the grace of her bosom? Even warriors perish year...
Just as rivers flow downward, even royal women abandon their kings and offer their love to the cowherd Krishna—desire knows no social hierarchy.
The lustful man, wounded by desire, abandons one woman only to indulge in many others when fear fades. Bound by sensual pleasures, humans waste their ...
The poet questions: are all stories merely about base lust? What brings true joy? After gaining wealth, will one finally do good deeds? It critiques m...
The courtesan, skilled in love, calculates her earnings even in the middle of passionate embrace with a new customer—highlighting the transactional na...
The lover is compared to a bee, the beloved to a mango blossom, and even small gestures are viewed as seductive cues. Yet, external barriers often hin...
Krishna abducted a woman from the ocean’s heart—yet scriptures praise him. The poet asks: Who dares question fire’s nature or flowers for attracting b...
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