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As the night ends, a fragrant breeze flows through palaces, touching tired lovers. The wind knows the secrets of love, desire, and exhaustion.
Even when dragged roughly during union, the beloved smiles with joy. Their love play echoes through winter nights, full of playful surrender.
The beloved gives love, love gives burning pain, pain brings death — yet still, man returns to her, helplessly. Love is irresistible despite suffering...
The joy from sipping beloved’s nectar-like lips is but a drop compared to the ocean of bliss from tasting true spiritual wisdom.
One who has tasted the beloved’s lips seeks no nectar. If spiritual nectar is sweeter, why would hunger and thirst return? A question of ultimate sati...
The moon appears to fall into the jar of nectar, much like one thirsty for the elixir from a beloved's lips. Yet, when the nectar is emptied, the moon...
So radiant are the eyes of the beloveds that blue lotuses are disregarded. Hearing the bees’ joy, even lotuses dance on the waves in sheer delight, as...
Even the disarray caused by the sweat of love play — smeared perfume, fallen ornaments, flushed cheeks — enhances the beauty of the beloved. Dishevelm...
The beloveds' moonlike faces spread nectarous charm, their eyes like wagtails bring grace, breath perfumes the air, and swans imitate their curving mo...
“You’re charming, young, our lord!” says the beloved, with teary eyes and lowered gaze. Love expresses itself not just in speech, but in subtle emotio...
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