Love without sake would make me sad, as your lips of crimson, spray wisteria, in a drunken orgy of courtesans, scented of opium and tea leaves, on a mountain-side, of Mt. Fuji, With almond-eyes and soft skin, under the shade of the cherry trees, exhilarating with your words, shivering with your caresses, drinking an inexhaustible source of desire. As mama-san jesters an amorous...Read On
Added: 21 Apr 2020 | Category: Poetry |
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