Your hair rise up when you’re kissed

And your goose bumps break out.

Quit feigning sleep

And I’ll do it the way you like it.

Why do you scorch my back

With your sighs

While I wait for a touch of your breast?

The nigh mocks our effort at anger.

With her eyes closed

She brought him to bed in her mind,

Then did all the work with her hands

Till her jingling bangles fell slack

When the lady’s on top

Her ear-rings dangles, her necklace shakes.

And she’s busy, bee on a lotus-stalk

When the stopped

She was embarrassed by her nakedness

But since she couldn’t reach her clothes

She pulled him upon her once more.

- Dr.Alka Pande

For Gathasaptasati