Pleasure Preached Shrine

alaknanda arrives,dewdrops on your eyes

lips quaver,breasts ebb and rise

O who touched her tulips?O who trespassed

her titles?!I,I,I

I came,I saw,I conquered the bride!

arti,arti,arti the nightingales sigh

alive he cried deep in the night feeling the

pangs of pleasure betwix her thigs

She pulled me;she pulled me like blackhole in

the Sky;O she swallowed me alive!

O dearest wife(alaknanda bride)your bracelets

bangles,anklets break,break,break,whirl,whine

to keep up w/ our rhythmic love volatile

you cut me,you bleed me in sudden euphoric

love surprise surpassing all the boundaries

barriers of all the pre-ejaculatory teenage

wife!