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Even now I recall her—foremost among beauties, daughter of a nobleman, the sole vessel of affection. I realize that this fire of separation is unbeara...
Still I recall her sharp scolding when she first became indifferent to me—words filled with anger, yet her graceful swaying hips remain etched in memo...
I remember her first encounter, blushing in shyness, the flickering lamp trembling in the wind, which she tried to shield with her lotus-shaped ear.
Still I see her: arms around my neck, breasts covering my chest, her eyes playfully half-closed, lips softly drinking mine. A graceful face immersed i...
Even now, I recall her—queen of Cupid’s temple, disrobed at dawn in the inner chamber, embracing me tightly in a passionate bed of love.
To soothe my tormented heart, I still recall her: a delicate girl like a holy river, her body adorned with fragrant sandal-paste, a treasure of joy.
Even today, I recall her near the door, eyes searching for me, placing her hand on her chest, softly cooing with a fluttering mind, her feet marked wi...
I still remember her, offended at me—trying to speak but holding back, throat choked with tears of anger and pain, lips parched with sighs, weeping.
Still I recall her who was long angry with me, then came suddenly, circled and sat on the high bed, silently joining me.
I remember her teasing gaze—smiling, sweet-voiced, graceful yet forceful in love, modest and playful, a pleasing expression of love.
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