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 nature,
arousing my lust in a pool of sin,
as a breath echoes on my flesh,
in a drunken orgy of courtesans,
scented of opium and tea leaves.
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