Historical Erotica

Quotes from the Classics
Erotic Excerpts from Classical Texts of Western Literature

Practically everyone has heard of the Kama Sutra but how many have taken the time to read it? Of course, there are a few brave individuals who do attempt to "read" a classical work. To be honest, many compare the experience to wading through mud to find a few pearls of wisdom.

And so, what we have tried to do here is to do the wading for you by selecting excerpts from some of the great erotic classics in the world. We have tried to choose excerpts that are relevant and inspirational to lovers in today's world.

This section is in beta mode. As we edit and collate excerpts, we will be placing them throughout the museum alongside erotic artworks from that era.

We welcome volunteers and interns to assist us in the project!

 

Book

Song of Songs 5: 4-6 (Old Testament)

Author King Solomon
Date/Place

Date Unknown but before 1 A.D.

Comments The Most Sensual Part of the Bible both Old and New Testaments . . .
1
"My Love thrust his "hand" into the hole, and my inwards seethed for him.
I rose to open for my love, and my hands dripped myrrh. My fingers dripped myrrh.
On the hands of the bolt I opened to my love."

 

Book

Teleny or The Reverse of the Medal

Author Oscar Wilde
Date/Place

1893; London, England

Comments As the defendant in England's most famous sodomy trial, Oscar Wilde was an anomoly for his times, a sensual libertarian living in the stifling confines of Victorian England. In this passage he presents an early forerunner of that neverending question: "When a woman says 'no' does she really mean 'no'?"
"No Rene, I beg of you! Could we not love each other with a Platonic love? Is that not enough?"

"Is it enough for you?" said he, almost superciliously.

She pressed her lips again upon his, and almost relinquished her grasp. The hand went stealthily up along the leg, stopped a moment on the knees, caressing them; but the legs closely pressed together prevented it from slipping between them, and thus reaching the higher storey. It crept up, nevertheless, caressing the thighs through the fine linen underclothing, and thus, by stolen marches, it reached its aim. The hand then slipped between the opening of the drawers, and began to feel the soft skin. She tried to stop him.

"No, no!" said she; "please don't; you are tickling me!"

He then took courage, and plunged his fingers boldly in the fine curly locks of the fleece that covered her middle parts.

She continued to hold her thighs tightly closed together, especially when the naughty fingers began to graze the edge of the moist lips. At that touch, however, her strength gave way; the nerves relaxed and allowed the tip of a finger to worm its way within the slit - nay, the tiny berry protruded out to welcome it. After a few moments she breathed more strongly. She encircled his breast with her arms, kissed him, and then hid her head on his shoulders.

"Oh, what a rapture I feel!"she cried. "What a magnetic fluid you possess to make me feel as I do!"

He did not give her any answer; but, unbuttoning his trousers, he took hold of her dainty little hand. He endeavoured to introduce it within the gap. She tried to resist, but weakly, and as if asking but to yield. She soon gave way, and boldly caught hold of his phallus, now stiff and hard, moving lustily by its own inward strength.

After a few moments of pleasant manipulation, their lips pressed together, he lightly, almost against her knowledge, pressed her down on the couch, lifting up her legs, pulled up her skirts without for a moment taking his tongue out of her mouth or stopping his tickling of her clitoris already wet with its own tears. Then - sustaining his weight on his elbows - he got his legs between her thighs. That her excitement increased could be easily seen by the shivering of the lips which he had no need to open as he pressed down upon her, for they parted of themselves to give entrance to the little blind God of Love.

With one thrust he introduced himself within the precincts of Love's temple; with another, the rod was halfway in; with the third he reached the very bottom of the den of pleasure....She was so tight that he was fairly clasped and sucked by those pulpy lips; so, after moving up and down a few times, thrusting himself always further, he crushed her down with his full weight; for both his hands were either handling her breasts, or else, having slipped them under her, he was opening her buttocks; and then, lifting her firmly upon him, he thrust a finger in her backside hole, thus wedging her on both sides, making her feel a more intense pleasure by thus sodomizing her.

After a few seconds of this little game he began to breathe strongly - to pant. The milky fluid that had for days accumulated itself now rushed out in thick jets, coursing up into her very womb. She, thus flooded, shewed her hysteric enjoyment by her screams, her tears, her sighs. Finally, all strength gave way; she fell lifeless on the couch.

He soon recovered his strength and rose. She was then recalled to her senses, but only to melt into a flood of tears . . . .

 

Book

Therese Philosophe

Author The Marquis d'Argans
Date/Place

18th Century, France

Comments Since its very beginning almost 2000 years ago, Christianity has always had an uncomfortable relationship with human sexuality. "Sex is for procreation, not recreation". This is the dominant Christian viewpoint. In fact, the Church tried repeatedly in various morality crusades over the centuries to stamp out the playful side of the human sex drive. However, it is testimony to the flexibility and resilience of our hormones that the Church's effort at stamping out guilt-free sexuality would often become 'infected' with that same raw sexuality that it was trying to wipe out. Witness how the Christian prayers and customs as well as the ideas of sin and punishment have been eroticised in this 18th century excerpt.
The venerable Father Dirrag opened his fly. A throbbing arrow shot out of his trousers which looked exactly like that fateful snake which my former father confessor had warned me about so vehemently.

The monster was as long and as thick and as heavy as the one about which the Capuchine monk had made all those dire predictions. I shivered with delightful horror. The red head of this snake seemed to threaten Eradice's behind which had taken on a deep pink coloration because of the slaps it had received during the Bible recitation. The face of Father Dirrag perspired and was flushed a deep red.

'And now,' he said, 'you must separate your soul from the senses. And if my dear daughter has not disappointed my pious hopes, she shall neither feel, nor hear, nor see anything.'

Then with his bare hand he released a torrent of slaps on Eradice's naked buttocks. However, she did not say a word. I noticed only an occasional twitching of her bum, a sort of spasming and relaxing at the rhythm of the priest's blows.

'I am very satisfied with you,' he told her after he had punished her for about five minutes in this manner. 'The time has come when you are going to reap the fruits of your holy labours. Don't question me, my dear daughter, but be guided by God's will which is working through me. Throw yourself, face down, upon the floor; I will now expel the last traces of impurity with a sacred relic. It is part of the venerable rope which girded the waist of the holy Saint Francis himself.'

The good priest put Eradice in a position which was extremely fitting for what he had in mind. I had never seen my girl friend in such a beautiful position. Her buttocks were half-opened and the double path to satisfaction was wide-open.

After the old lecher had admired her for a while, he moistened his so-called rope of Saint Francis with spittle, murmured some of the priestly mumbo-jumbo which these gentlemen generally use to exorcise the devil, and proceeded to shove the rope into my friend.

I could watch the entire operation from my little hideout. The windows of the room were opposite the door of the alcove behind which Eradice had hidden me. She was kneeling on the floor, her arms were crossed over the footstool and her head rested upon her folded arms. Her skirts, which had been carefully folded up to her shoulders, revealed her marvellous buttocks and the beautiful curve of her back. This exciting view did not escape the attention of the venerable Father Dirrag. His gaze feasted upon the view for quite some time. He had clamped the legs of his penitent between his own legs, and his hands held the monstrous rope.

He lingered for some time in this devotional position and inspected the altar with glowing eyes. He seemed to be undecided how to effect his sacrifice, since there were two inviting openings. His eyes devoured both and it seemed as if he were unable to make up his mind. The top one was a well known delight for a priest, but, after all, he had also promised a taste of Heaven to his penitent. What was he to do? Several times he knocked with the tip of his tool at the gate he desired most, but finally, I must do him justice, I saw his monstrous prick disappear the natural way, after his priestly fingers had carefully parted the rosy lips of Eradice's lovepit.

The labour started with about three forceful shoves which made him enter about halfway. And suddenly the seeming calmness of the priest changed into some sort of fury. My God, what a change! Mouth half-open, lips foam-flecked, teeth gnashing and snorting like a bull about to attack a cud-chewing cow. However, he measured his shoving very carefully, seeing to it that he never left her lovepit and also that his belly neverr touched her arse. He did not want his penitent to find out to whom the holy relic of Saint Francis was connected! What an incredible presence of mind!

I could see that about an inch of the holy tool constantly remained on the outside and never took part in the festivities. I could see that with every backward movement of the priest the red lips of Eradice's love-nest opened and I remember clearly that the vivid pink colour was a most charming sight. However, whenever the good priest shoved forward, the lips closed and I could see only the finely curled hairs which covered them. They clamped around the priestly tool so firmly that it seemed as if they had devoured the holy arrow. It looked for all the world like both of them were connected to Saint Francis' relic and it was hard to guess which one of the two persons was the true possessor of this holy tool.

What a sight, especially for a young girl who knew nothing about these secrets. The most amazing thoughts ran through my head, but they all were rather vague and I could not find proper words for them. I only remember that I wanted to throw myself at the feet of this famous father confessor and beg him to exorcise me the same way he was blessing my dear friend. Was this piety? Or carnal desire? Even today I could not tell you for sure.

But let us go back to our devout couple! The movements of the priest quickened; he was barely able to keep his balance. His body formed an 'S' from head to toe whose frontal bulge moved rapidly back and forth in a horizontal line.

'Is your spirit receiving any satisfaction, my dear little saint?' he asked with a deep sigh. 'I, myself, can see Heaven open up. God's infinite mercy is about to remove me from this vale of tears, I . . .'

'Oh, venerable Father,' exclaimed Eradice, 'I cannot describe the delights that are flowing through me! Oh, yes, yes, I experience Heavenly bliss. I can feel how my spirit is being liberated from all earthly desires. Please, please, dearest Father, exorcise every last impurity remaining upon my tainted soul. I can see . . .the angels of God . . . push stronger . . . ooh . . . shove the holy relic deeper . . .deeper. Please, dearest Father, shove it as hard as you can . . . Ooooh! . . . oooh!!! Dearest holy Saint Francis . . . Ooh, good saint . . . please, don't leave me in the hour of my greatest need . . . I feel your relic . . . it is so good . . . your . . . holy . . . relic . . . I can't hold it any longer . . . I am . . . dying!'

The priest also felt his climax approach. He shoved, slammed, snorted and groaned. And then he stopped and pulled out. I saw the proud snake. It had become very meek and small. It crawled out of its hole, foam-covered, with hanging head.

What else shall I tell you? Dirrag left, Eradice opened the door to the alcove and embraced me, crying out, 'Oh, my dearest Therese. Partake of my joy and delight. Yes, yes, today I have seen paradise. I have shared the delights of the angels. The incredible joy, my dearest friend, the incomparable price for but one moment of pain! Thanks to the holy rope of Saint Francis my soul almost left its earthly vessel. You have seen how my good father confessor introduced the relic into me. I swear that I could feel it touch my heart. Just a little deeper and I would have joined the saints in paradise!'

Book

Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure

Author John Cleland
Date/Place

1748; London, England

Comments As the oldest and, potentially, the most pleasurable of professions, prositution and the lives of prostitutes are one of the most universal themes for erotica writers the world over. Fanny Hill is arguably, one of the most famous classical novels that deals with this subject. In this excerpt our heroine, reflects upon the various natures of the penis.
The feel of that favourite piece of manhood has, in the very nature of it, something inimitably pathetic. Nothing can be dearer to the touch, nor can affect it with a more delicious sensation, that peculiar sceptre-member, which commands us all: but especially, my darling, elect from the face of the whole earth. And now, at its mightiest point of stiffness, it felt to me something so subduing, so active, so solid and agreeable, that I know not what name to give its singular impression: but the sentiment of consciousness of its belonging to my supremely beloved youth gave me so pleasing an agitation, and work'd so strongly on my soul, that it sent all its sensitive spirits to that organ of bliss in me, dedicated to its reception. There, concentring to a point, like rays in a magnifying glass, they glow'd, they burnt with the intensest heat; the springs of pleasure were, in short, wound up to such a pitch, I panted now with so exquisitely keen an appetite for the eminent enjoyment, that I was even sick with desire. I lay overwhelm'd, absorbed, lost in an abyss of joy, and dying of nothing but immoderate delight.
Charles then rous'd me somewhat out of this ecstatic distraction, with a complaint softly murmured, amidst a crowd of kisses, to his desires, in which I receiv'd his urgent insistence for admission, where that insistence was alone so engrossing a pleasure, that it made me inconsistently suffer a much dearer one to be kept out; but how sweet to correct such a mistake! My thighs, now obedient to the intimations of love and nature, gladly disclose, and with a ready submission, resign up the soft gateway to the entrance of pleasure: I see, I feel the delicious velvet tip . . . he enters me might and main, with . . . oh! my pen drops from me here in the ecstasy now present to my faithful memory! Description too deserts me, and delivers over a task, above its strength of wing, to the imagination: but it must be an imagination exalted by such a flame as mine that can do justice to that sweetest, noblest of all sensations, that hailed and accompany'd the stiff insinuation all the way up, till it was at the end of its penetration, sending up, through my eyes, the sparks of the love-fire that ran all over me and blaz'd in every vein and every pore of me; a system incarnate of joy all over.

I had now totally taken in love's true arrow from the point up to the feather, in that part, where making no new wound, the lips of the original one of nature, which had owed its first breathing to this dear instrument, clung, as if sensible of gratitude, in eager suction round it, whilst all its inwards embrac'd it tenderly, with a warmth of passion, a compressive energy, that gave it, in its way, the heartiest welcome in nature; every fibre there gathering right round it, and straining ambitiously to come in for its share of the blissful touch.

As we were giving then a few moments of pause to the delectation of the senses, dwelling with the highest relish on this intimatest point of reunion, and chewing the cud of enjoyment, the impatience natural to the pleasure soon drove us into action. Then began the driving tumult on his side, the responsive heaves on mine, which kept me up to him; whilst, as our joys grew too great for utterance, the organs of our voices, voluptuously intermixing, became organs of the touch . . .and oh, that touch! How delicious . . . how poignantly luscious! . . . And now! Now I felt, to the heart of me! I felt the prodigious keen edge, with which love, presiding over this act, points the pleasure: love! Without it, the joy, great as it is, is still a vulgar one, whether in a king or a beggar; for it is undoubtedly, love alone that refines, ennobles and exalts it.

Thus happy, then, by the heart, happy by the senses, it was beyond all power, even of thought, to form the conception of a greater delight than what I was now consummating the fruition of. Charles, whose whole frame was convulsed with the agitation of his rapture, whilst the tenderest fires trembled in his eyes, all assured me of a perfect concord of joy, penetrated me so profoundly, touch'd me so vitally, took me so much out of my own possesion, whilst he seem'd himself so much in mine, that in a delicious enthusiasm, I imagin'd such a transfusion of heart and spirit, as that coalescing, and making one body and soul with him, I was he, and he, me.

 

Book

Parachutes and Kisses

Author Erica Jong
Date/Place

1984 USA.

Comments Erica Jong achieved fame in the sixties with her sexual feminist novel "Fear of Flying" that describes the sweet anonymous pleasures of the 'zipless fuck' and showed that a woman can be sexual, sensual, intelligent and eloquent at the same time.
"How delicious for a woman of thirty-nine to have a twenty-six-year-old lover; no wonder men did this for so many years - still do, in fact. The delights of playing mentor, the ego trip of being wanted by youth itself ('I am youth, I am joy!' cries Peter Pan), the pleasures of playing Pygmalion - all these are not inconsiderable - and they can be enjoyed if one knows enough not to take the liaison too seriously." p.98
"...thing remains constant: you cannot love a cock if you do not like its owner. Oh, you can like it well enough - well enough to spasm once or twice, before rolling over and wishing the man astrally transported out of your bedroom, but your cannot clutch it, love it, trust it with your pussy, squeeze it between your labia like a miser squeezing a gold coin, rub it against your clit like a lump of butter against a bumpy bundt pan.... she could not love a cock that did not have a sense of humor, that had not read Shakespeare, that regarded pussy as a creature to be humbled - or still worse, a creature to be feared. p. 146-147
"Now, the English language is curiously limited where sex is concerned. It seems to be divided between latinate, medical terms like vagina or cunnulingus and Anglo-Saxonisms. Sure, there are people whose puritanical brainwashing makes them wince at the mere mention of such four letter words - but at least these words represent the language of feeling, the language of powerful emotion, while the latinate words smell of disinfectant." p.148
"...all romantic love is fantasy...Once the person is tamed and domesticated, something goes out of the love." p.263
"Men forfeited so much for their worldly power that their life-force, sex-force, began to leave them sooner than it left women. Women were powered by their years, by their babies, by their passage on the planet; men grew oddly depleted. So a woman of thirty-nine and a man of twenty-five met at an equal point sexually. That was the great truth the French novelists knew - but we Americans resisted. p.329
"Unstoppered sex brings out all the extremes within us - angel and animal, angel and ape." p.333
"We are plugged into the world of spirit through our decaying, dying flesh. Sex is the motor. Skin makes the electrical connection. Those who scoff at sex, who laugh at the flesh (perhaps because it is not permanent?), do not know that it is not permanence that makes something real or unreal. Molecules change patterns, rearrange themselves - but still the dance of life goes on. Through our skins we become messengers to each others' molecules. As long as those molecules move, we are alive." p.376

 

Book

Lysistrata

Author Aristophanes
Date/Place

411 BC, Athens, Greece

Comments Set during the Pelopennesian War. Women punish their men for making war by refusing to make love. Though the play was created as a raucous comedy, it is nonetheless a passionate plea against the futility of war. In this scene the women make their pledge . . .
Excerpt

Lysistrata: What would you do for peace?
Lampito: I would climb up Taygetus, if only I could see peace from the summit.
Calonice: And I too, even if I have to cut myself in two like a turbot and give away half
Lysistrata: Well, ladies! If we mean to force the men to keep the peace we must abstain from……
Myrrhina: From what? Speak on.
Lysistrata: But will you do it?
Myrrhina: We will do it even if it costs us our lives.
Lysistrata: Well, we must abstain from…Penis. Why do you turn away, ladies? Where are you going to? You there, why do you purse your lips and shake your heads at me? Will you or will you not do it? If not, what do you propose?
Myrrhina: I cannot do without it: let the war drag on.
Calonice: Nor I: let the war drag on.
Lysistrata: This from you, O Turbot? Just now you said you would cut yourself in half.
Calonice: Anything else, anything else you like. If necessary, I will walk through fire rather than give up the penis. There's nothing like it, dear Lysistrata.
Lysistrata: What about you?
Lampito: I too am ready to walk through the flames.
Lysistrata: O what a hopelessly lecherous sex we are! We are the stuff of which tragedies are made, and no wonder, for we are nought but "Poseidon and a boat." But, my dear Spartan, if you will only join me we may yet together save the situation. Do come over to my side.
Lampito: Oh, it's hard, I mean, for women to sleep alone, without the companionship of a foreskin. Still, it must be done, I suppose, for we need peace badly.
Lysistrata: You darling, you are the only real woman here.
Myrrhina: Supposing we were to rigorously abstain from what you mention (which God forbid!) do you think we should be any nearer peace on that account?
Lysistrata: Most certainly, far nearer. If we were to sit indoors, painted and perfumed, with shaven coyntes, and without any clothes on except our petticoats of Amorgian flax, the men would get erections and be eager to lie with us. And if we repulsed them and held quite aloof from them I am certain they would very quickly make peace with one another.
Lampito: Yes, take Menelaos for example. I believe a glimpse of Helen's naked breasts sufficed to make him drop his sword.
Myrrhina: But supposing the men leave us alone, my dear.
Lysistrata: Then love's labour's lost, yet there's leather left.
Myrrhina: Those make-believe dodges are all nonsense. Supposing they take us and push us into the bedroom by main force.
Lysistrata: You must clutch hold of the door.
Myrrhina: What if they beat us?
Lysistrata: Then you must give in, but do it with a bad grace - there's no pleasure in favours wrested by force. Bother them as much as you can, and they will very quickly get tired of it: you know a man gets no pleasure out of it unless the woman likes it too.
Myrrhina: If you two are agreed on all this, we also will join you . . . .

 

Book

Sexus

Author Henry Miller
Date/Place

1970, London, England

Comments Though he is an American writer Henry Miller works were usually published in London because his work was banned in the U.S. for many years.
Excerpt

 

"If a woman is capable of inspiring love in one man she must be capable of inspiring it in others. To love or be loved is no crime. The really criminal thing is to make a person believe that he or she is the only one you could ever love. P.49


"She should have him suck her Lotus and show his pleasure. Inhaling the fragrance, he should enter with his tongue, searching for the Red and White secretions. Then she should say to him,"Eat my essence! Drink the Waters of Release! O Son, be a slave as well as a father and a lover!"

Chandamaharosana Tantra. (Ancient Buddhist Tantric Scripture circa 6 -9th century AD)

Book The Kama Sutra
Author Vatsyayana (Hindu Sage)
Date/Place 1st Century AD; India
Comments The world's most famous manual on the art of making love
IN01
The signs of the enjoyment and satisfaction of the woman are as follows: her body relaxes, she closes her eyes, she puts aside all bashfulness, and shows increased willingness to unite the two organs as closely together as possible. On the other hand, the signs of her want of enjoyment and of failing to be satisfied are as follows: she does not let the man get up, she feels dejected, bites the man, kicks him, and continues to go on moving after the man has finished. In such cases the man should rub the yoni(vagina) of the woman with his hand and fingers (as the elephant rubs anything with his trunk) before engaging in congress, until the yoni is softened, and then he should proceed to put his lingam (penis) into her.
IN02
A man does not succeed either by implicitly following the inclination of a girl, or by wholly opposing her; he should therefore adopt the middle course.. He who knows how to make himself beloved by women, as well as to increase their honour and create confidence in them, this man becomes the object of their love. But he who neglects a girl thinking she is too bashful, is despised by her as a beast ignorant of the working of the female mind. Moreover, a girl forcibly enjoyed by one who does not understand the hearts of girls becomes nervous, uneasy, and dejected, and begins to hate the man who has taken advantage of her.
IN07
At the first time of love-making, the passion of the male is intense and his time to ejaculation is short, but in subsequent unions on the same day, the reverse is the case. With the woman it is the contrary, for at the first her passion will be weak and her time until orgasm long, but on other occasions of lovemaking on the same day, her passion will become more intense and her time until orgasm very short.
IN71 "Many young men may enjoy one woman, who may be married to one of them, either one after the other or at the same time. Thus, one of them holds her, another enjoys her, a third uses her mouth, a fourth holds her middle part and in this way they go on enjoying her several parts simultaneously."
Book The Ananga Ranga or Stage of the Bodiless One
Author Kalyana Malla
Date/Place 17th Century AD, India
Comments A practical love manual written for men and women
When a woman is excited with passion, she should cover her lover's eyes with her hands and, closing her own eyes, thrust her tongue into his mouth. She should move it to and fro and in and out, with a pleasant motion suggestive of more intimate forms of enjoyment to come.
When she is full of desire, she should take the man's lower lip between her teeth, gently chewing and biting him there. He should do the same to her upper lip, taking care to such it gently. In this way they both will become sexually aroused and their pasion will produce much heat.
The woman should ever strive to close and constrict the Yoni until it holds the Lingam as with a finger, opening and shutting at her pleasure, and finally, acting as the hand of the Gopi girl, who milks the cow. This can only be learned by practice, and especially by throwing the power of the will into the part to be affected. . . . So lovely and pleasant to man is she who can constrict her Yoni in this way.
TP48
Let it be noted, that the desires of the woman are colder and slower to rouse than those of the man, she is not easily satisfied by a single act of congress; her slower powers of excitement demand prolonged embraces and if these be denied her, she feels aggrieved. In the second act, however, her passions being thoroughly aroused, she finds her orgasm more violent, and then she is thoroughly contented. This state of affairs is cleanly reversed in the case of the man, who approaches the first act burning with love-heat, which cools during the second, and which leaves him languid and disinclined for a third. But the wise do not argue therefrom, that the desires of the woman, as long as she is young and strong, are not as full and real and urgent as those of the man. The custom of society and the shame of the sex may compel her to conceal them and even to boast that they do not exist; yet the man who has studied the Art of Love is never deceived by this cunning.
IN18
How delicious an instrument is woman, when artfully played upon; how capable is she of producing the most exquisite harmonies, of executing the most complicated of love, and of giving the most Divine of erotic pleasures.
IN18
The following is the situation which the wise men of old have described as being best fitted for sexual intercourse with women. Choose the largest, and finest, and the most airy room in the house, purify it thoroughly with whitewash and decorate its spacious and beautiful walls with pictures and other objects upon which the eye may dwell with delight. Scattered about this apartment place musical instruments, especially the pipe and the lute; with refreshments, as cocoa-nut, betel-leaf and milk, which is so useful for retaining and restoring vigour; bottles of rose water and various essences, fans and chauris for cooling the air, and books containing amorous songs, and gladdening the glance with illustrations of love-postures. Splendid Divalgiri or wall lights, should gleam around the room, reflected by a hundred mirrors, whilst both man and woman should contend against any reserve, or false shame, giving themselves up in complete nakedness to unrestrained voluptuousness, upon a high and handsome bedstead, furnished with many pillows, and covered by a rich chatra, or canopy; the sheets being sprinkled with flowers and the coverlet scented by burning luscious incense, such as aloes and other fragrant woods. In such a place, let the man, ascending the throne of love, enjoy the woman in ease and comfort, gratifying his and her every wish and every whim.
IN78
The chief reason for the separation between the married couple and the cause, which drives the husband to the embraces of strange women, and the wife to the arms of strange men, is the want of varied pleasures and the monotony which follows possession. There is no doubt about it. Monotony begets satiety, and satiety distaste for congress, especially in one or the other; malicious feelings are engendered, the husband or the wife yields to temptation, and the other follows, being driven by jealousy. For it seldom happens that the two love each other equally.... However, the husband, by varying the enjoyment of his wife, may live with her as with thirty-two different women, ever varying the enjoyment of her, and rendering satiety impossible.
THE GLORIOUS POSITION: "This posture requires the man to exert great strength. The woman clasps her hand behind the man's neck and jumps up to place her legs around his waist. She hands on to him, squeezing his waist with her thighs, while he supports her weight by holding his hands under her hips. Rocking this way they bring each other to ecstasy."
When she senses that your orgasm
is imminent she swallows up the whole Lingam (penis),
sucking and working upon it
with lips and tongue until you spend:
this is Sangara (Swallowed Whole).
Book The Glory of the Perfumed Garden
Author Sheikh Nefzawi (adviser to the Grand Vizier of Tunis)
Date/Place 16th Century; Tunisia, North Africa
Comments Sheikh Nefzawi's writings portray a sensual side to the Islamic religion that, with Muslim fundamentalism on the rise is, seldom seen today. Unlike Christianity, Islam has never condemned sexual pleasure. Nor is Islam as chauvinistic towards women as present day ayatollahs and mullahs would have us believe. It should be noted how much emphasis Nefzawi places on a woman's right to physical pleasure. This progressive attitude has all but disappeared in present-day Muslim teachings which very much cater to the pleasures and rights of men but castigate a woman's sexual enjoyment and needs. Finally, Nefzawi brings a humour and lightness to his love manual that is quite refreshing and again goes against the dour dictates of of Islam today.
Pk05
Praise be to Allah (God) who has placed the source of man's greatest pleasure in woman's natural parts, and woman's greatest pleasure in the natural parts of man! Allah has decreed that the well-being, satisfaction and comfort of a woman's parts shall depend on the welcome they accord to the virile member, and that a man shall know neither rest nor peace till his duty has been nobly done!

When the mutual operation is performed, a lively combat ensues between the two actors who frolic and kiss and intertwine. Man, in the pride of his strength, works like a pestle, and the woman, with lascivious undulations, comes artfully to his aid. Soon, all too soon, the ejaculation comes!

THE PERFUMED GARDEN (A woman's thoughts to her lady-love)

My source of happiness is a soft-skinned girl, her smile adorned with pearls. The moisture of her mouth is sweet and fresh. Between her legs there is a fissure, as pretty and alluring as the neck of a young gazelle. That night we spent in sucking mouths and other parts. If to love my girl friend in such a way is "sinful," then to love a man is indeed "unlawful."

PK 06 Allah has granted us the kiss on the mouth, the cheeks and the neck, as also the sucking of luscious lips, to provoke an erection at a favourable time. It is He, who, in His wisdom, has embellished with breasts a woman's chest. He has also given her eyes which inspire love, and lashes sharp as polished blades. With admirable flanks and a delightful navel He has heightened the beauty of her gently domed belly. He has endowed her with buttocks nobly planned, and has supported the whole on majestic thighs. Between these latter He has placed the field of strife which, when it abounds in flesh, resembles by its amplitude a lion's head. Its name among mankind is 'vulva'. Oh, how innumerable are the men who have died for this! Allah has given this object a mouth, a tongue, two lips and a shape like the footprint of a gazelle on the sands of the desert. Let praise be given to Allah that He has created woman with her beauty and appetizing flesh: that He has endowed her with hair, waist, and throat, breasts which swell, and amorous gestures which increase desire.
Do not unite with a woman until you have excited her with playful caresses and then the pleasure will be mutual. It is advisable therefore to amuse yourselves before you introduce your member and accomplish the act. You will excite her by kissing her cheeks, sucking her lips, and nibbling her teats. You will kiss her navel and thighs, and lay a provoking hand upon her pubes. Bite her arms; do not neglect any part of her body; clasp her tightly till she feels your love; then sigh and entwine your arms and legs around hers.
When you are with a woman and you see that her eyes languish and she sighs profoundly, in a word, when she desires to copulate, let your two passions blend and your lubricity be carried to the highest point; for, so far as enjoyment is concerned, the favourable moment has arrived. The woman will then experience the supremest pleasure; you yourself will love her more and she will cling to you . . . .
Woman is like a fruit which will only yield its fragrance when rubbed by the hands. Take, for example, the basil: unless it be warmed by the fingers it emits no perfume. And do you not know that unless amber be warmed and manipulated it retains its aroma within? The same with woman: if you do not animate her with your frolics and kisses, with nibbling of her thighs and close embraces, you will not obtain what you desire; you will experience no pleasure when she shares your couch, and she will feel no affection for you.
It is related that a man, having questioned a woman as to the things most likely to inspire affection for a man, received the following answer: "The things which develop love for the moment of coition are the playful frolics practised in advance, and the vigorous embrace at the moment of ejaculation. Kisses, nibblings, sucking of lips, close-clasping of breasts, and the drinking of passion-loaded spittle, are the things which ensure durable affection. Acting thus, the two ejaculations occur simultaneously, and enjoyment is complete for both.
Oh, you men who seek for the love and affection of women and desire to retain them, see that you frolic before copulation. Prepare her for the enjoyment and let nothing be neglected to attain this end. Explore her with all possible activity and while so doing, let your mind be free from all other thought. Do not let pleasure's propitious moment pass by unheeded: it occurs when you see her eyes slightly moist and her mouth partly open. Unite, then, but never before. Therefore, oh men, when you have brought woman to the favourable condition, introduce your member; then if you take care to move in the proper manner, she will experience a pleasure which will satisfy all her desires. Do not rise yet from her breast, but let your lips wander over her cheeks, and let your sword rest in her sheath. Seek ardently to arouse her sucker, so your work will be worthily crowned. If by the favour of the All-highest you achieve success, be careful not to withdraw your member, but let it remain and drain the cup of pleasure. Give ear and listen to the sighs and cries and murmurs of the woman, for these bear witness to the violence of the pleasure you have visited upon her.
And when the cessation of enjoyment puts an end to your amorous frolics, take care not to rise brusquely, but withdraw your member with circumspection; stay with the woman, lying on your right side in this bed of pleasure. In this way nothing but good will result, and you will not be like those who mount a woman as a mule would, paying no attention to the principles of the art, and who withdraw and hurry away as soon as they have ejaculated. So crude a method must be avoided as it deprives the woman of all pleasure.
A kiss is one of the most potent stimulants that a man or woman can indulge in. The most delightful kiss is that which is planted on moist ardent lips, and accompanied with suction of the lips and tongue, so that the emission of a sweet intoxicating saliva is produced. It is for the man to procure this emission from the woman by gently nibbling her lips and tongue till she secretes a particular saliva, sweet, exquisite, more agreeable than honey mixed with pure water. This gives a man a shivering sensation throughout his whole body, and is more intoxicating than strong wine.
Concerning the Diverse Names of the Virile Member
The untameable. It has received this name because, when it is swollen and erect, it starts to move its head, looking for the entrance to the vagina, which, when found, it brusquely and insolently enters.

The deceiver. It gets this name from its tricks and ruses. When it desires coition, it says: "If Allah gives me the chance of meeting with a vulva, I will never quit it!" but, when it finds one, it is soon satisfied, its presumption becomes apparent and it throws a despairing look at the vulva, for it bragged that once inside it would never come out. At the approach of a woman it draws itself up and seems to say to the vulva: "Today, oh my soul, I will quench my desires with you!", and the vulva, seeing it erect and stiff, is surprised at its size and seems to reply: "Whoever could accomodate such a member?" Its only reply is to place its head at the door of the vulva, open the lips and sink right in. When it starts to move the vulva makes fun of it and says: "What a deceptive movement!" for he is no sooner in than out. The two testicles seem to say: "Our friend is dead!" He then withdraws precipitately from the vulva and tries to hold up his head again, but he falls flabby and inert. The testicles repeat: "Our brother is dead...our brother is dead!"

The sleeper. This name is due to its deceptive appearance. When it enters in erection it lengthens and stiffens to such a pitch that you would never think it would soften again, but, when it leaves the vulva after slaking its passion, it falls asleep.

The pathmaker. It has this name because, when it meets a vulva which will not let it enter at once, it makes a passage with its head, breaking and tearing all like a ruttish beast.

The tailor. It gets this name from the fact that it does not enter the vulva until after it has manoevred at the entrance, like a tailor threading the eye of a needle.

The quencher. This name is given to a thick strong member which is slow to ejaculate. Such a member fully satisfies woman's amorous desires because, after having raised them to the highest pitch, it quenches them better than any other. When it wishes to enter a vulva and, on arriving at the entrance, finds it closed, it laments, pleads and makes promises: 'Oh, dear friend, let me enter...I will not stay long'; but, then it breaks its word by prolonging its stay, and not withdrawing until after it has ejaculated and exhausted its ardour by dint of moving in and out, up and down, and right and left.

The twister. This name was given to it because it arrives at the vulva as if on urgent business. It knocks at the door, twists and turns about in a shameless manner, pushing its investigations to right and left, before and behind, then suddenly penetrating to the bottom of the vagina to ejaculate.

The knocker. It is thus named because, when it arrives at the door of the vulva, it gives a light knock; if the vulva replies and opens the door, it enters; but, if it gets no reply, it knocks again until successful. By knocking at the door we refer to the rubbing of the penis on the vulva until it becomes moist. The production of this moisture is what is called opening the door.

The stumbler. It has been so called because, when it wishes to enter the vulva and does not see the door, it bumps above and below and continues so as if it were stumbling against a stone on the road, until the lips of the vulva are lubricated and it can enter.

The shameless one. It has received this name because, from the minute it gets stiff and long, it cares for nobody. It unblushing lifts its master's garment, caring nought for the shame he feels. It acts in the same shameless way with woman. It will lift her clothes and expose her thighs. Its master may feel shame at this conduct, but the Shameless One will not.

The bashful one. This member feels shame and becomes bashful when in the presence of an unknown vulva, and it is only after a time that it raises its head. Sometimes its trouble is so great that it remains quite impotent, especially if a stranger is near.

The weeper. So called because of the many tears it sheds. As soon as it stands, it begins to weep; if it sees a pretty face, it weeps; if it touches a woman, it weeps. It even at times weeps tears of remembrance.

The seeker. This name was given because, when it is in the vulva, it starts to move about as if it were looking for something. It is looking for the womb and will have no peace until it finds it.

The flabby one.The one which can never penetrate because it is too soft and so must be content with rubbing against the vulva until it ejaculates. It gives no pleasure to a woman for it only enflames her passions and cannot quench them.

Concerning the Female Organs
The passage. It has received this name (el feuj) because it opens and closes like the vulva of a mare in heat.

The taciturn. This is the one which is sparing in words. Should a member penetrate a hundred times a day it would say nothing but would be content to look on.

The squeezer. So called because of its squeezing action on the member. Immediately after penetration it starts to squeeze the member and draws it in with such gusto that were it possible, it would absorb the testicles too.

The importunate. This is the vulva which will spare no member. If one spent a hundred nights with it and penetrated it a hundred times each night, it would neither be tired nor satisfied, but would rather ask for more. With it, the roles are inverted: the member is the defender, and it the petitioner. However, it is very rare, being only found in those women who are all flame and fire.

The desirer. This is only met with in a few women; in some it is a natural gift, in others it is the result of prolonged absinence. Its distinguishing feature is that it seeks out the member, and when it has found it, it refuses to release it until its fire is quenched.

The beauty. This name is given to the white plump vulva which is rounded like a dome. The eye cannot quit it, and no member can withstand it.

The spreader. So called because, at the approach of the member, it appears to be closed and impenetrable to such an extent that it would seem impossible to insert the little finger; but, when a member rubs it with its head, it widens considerably.

The giant. This is as long as it is wide, that is, it is developed in both directions, from side to side and from the pubis to the perineum. It is the most beautiful that the eye may ever behold. May Allah in His goodness never deprive us of such a sight!

The glutton. This is the one with a wide throat. If it has been deprived of coition for a certain time and a member should then approach it, The Glutton will swallow it whole, as a hungry man will throw himself on to food and try to swallow it without chewing.

The annexer. That vagina is so called, which when it has received a member, clings round it as closely as possible, so that, if it could, it would draw in the testicles.

The accomodator. This name is applied to the vagina of the woman who has felt for some time an ardent desire for coition. In its satisfaction at seeing a member, it aids it in its reciprocating movement; it eagerly offers the womb. When the member wishes to visit any particular part it lends itself graciously to the task, so that no nook is left unvisited. When enjoyment arrives and the member wishes to ejaculate, it clasps its head and then vigorously sucks the member, using all its powers to extract the sperm. And, certainly, pleasure is incomplete for the woman possessing such a vagina if the flood of semen is not poured into the womb.

The helper. This vulva is so called because it helps the member to enter and withdraw or to move up and down. By this help the ejaculation is easy and enjoyment complete. Even he who is ordinarily slow to ejaculate is vanquished by this vulva.

The duellist. Certain vulvas, animated with a violent desire for coition, move forward with open mouth to meet the member like a hungry child towards its mother's breast. It is thus that this vulva moves at the approach of the member, and they then resemble two skilful duellists: as the one precipitates itself on its adversary, this latter feints to frustrate the attack. The member may be likened to a sword and the vulva to a shield. The one which ejaculates first is the vanquished, and truly it is a final combat! So would I fight until my death!

The biter. The one which, when the member has penetrated, burns with such passion that it opens and shuts on the member. Especially at the moment of ejaculation the man feels his member seized by the sucker which draws like a magnet and exhausts it of its sperm.

The ever-ready. This name is given to the vagina of a woman passionately fond of the virile member. It is the one which, far from being intimidated by a hard and stiff penis, treats it with contempt and demands one harder. It is also the one which is neither frightened nor ashamed when someone raises the clothes which cover it; on the contrary, it gives the member the warmest welcome, and buries it inside so completely that the testicles cry: 'Oh, what a misfortune! Our brother has disappeared. He has plunged boldly into this gulf and we fear greatly for him. He must be the bravest of the brave to dash like that into the cavern!'

The fleer. It is the organ of most virgins who, not yet acquainted with the member and seeing it approach, do all they can to keep it away when it insinuates itself between their thighs to force a way in. The resigned. The one which, having received the member, patiently endures any movement it may like to make. It is also the one which can resignedly bear the longest and most violent copulations. The hundredth time finds it still resigned and, far from complaining, it gives thanks to Allah. It is equally resigned when visited by several different members in succession. It is generally found in women of ardent temperament; if they had their way the man would never withdraw.

The warmer. This is one of the most praiseworthy of vulvas. The pleasure of coition is measured by the degree in which it heats up.

The delicious one. It is reputed to procure an unequalled pleasure, only comparable to that experienced by wild beasts and birds of prey, and for which they will fight to the death. And if it is so with animals, what must it be with man! Wars have no other cause but the search for the volupty which this vulva procures, and which is the supreme pleasure of life. It is a foretaste of the joys which await us in paradise, and only surpassed by the sight of Allah Himself.

Book

The Way to Holiness Through the Flesh - Jou Pu Tuan

Author Unknown
Date/Place

1368 - 1644 (Ming Period); China

Comments Communism has had the same dampening effect on sexuality as Christianity did in the West and other parts of the World. Prior to "The Great Leap Forward" China was one of the most sensually liberated places in the world as can be seen from this excerpt. That spiritual fulfillment can be obtained through making love, this is an idea which is alien to the monotheistic religions of Islam, Christianity and Judaism. However, it is one of the most beautiful ways to appreciate and worship the mysteries of our Creator . . .
CH67
It is not the gentleman who should court the lady, but the reverse. If he lies down on his back, she mounts to the saddle and guides his Ambasssador into the right channel. When the Ambassador is flushed with enterprise, she holds him tight as a flute in a flute case. When he is listless, she rekindles the flame of his desire with deft finger-play. The wilder the fray, the more active and enterprising she should become; withstanding her adversary's attacks, she should joyously take the counter-offensive. Try as he may, he will be bound to miss certain spots, so the best thing to do is to help him find every sensitive place. Both will benefit. That is what is meant by the Taoist phrase "solicitously to lower the Pleasure House toward the Ambassador."
Ready for the fray, the lady takes her place beneath the gentleman. But she does not leave him to do all the work: full of of sympathy and understanding, she assists him, taking up his movements and accompanying them. In this way, she turns the game of love into a delightful butterfly chase, giving herself and him a twofold pleasure and at the same time making it easier for the Assailant to arrive at his main goal, her Jewel Enclosure (womb). True pleasure must be had in common. The two participants should meet each other halfway. Then their encounter becomes a feast. If the lady does not respond to the gentleman's movements with really sympathetic counter-movements, but remains passive, he might as well resort to a wooden or paper woman with an artificial Pleasure House. Why, then, bother with a living woman of flesh and blood? Every first-class courtesan follows this principle, so gaining the favor of her guests and increasing her own pleasure at the same time.
  • OE = Oriental Erotica
  • TKSOV = The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana
  • SS = Sexual Secrets

“Caress my breasts with your fingers, they are small and you have neglected them. Enough! Now set your mouth just there immediately.”

From the Sanscrit Amaru, c. 800AD

Erotica p.87

“Love is my Religion and the Religion of Love is like no other. No Lover can join the loved one if he is not wanted by that loved one. Only a single love which bends the lover in two can make the loved one happy and joyous. If you feel that grace of love, you can be sure that such grace comes from Him.”

Muslim Sufi Mystic Gialal al Dyn Rumy (1207-1273) Mathnauy.

OE p18

Mohammed loves women because the contemplation of God in a woman is most intense and most perfect . . . the intense and the most perfect union is copulation . . . it is necessary to distinguish between the sexual act itself, together with the pleasure which it brings, which is mere lust, and the sexual act performed with love, as the crowning of a desire arising from the passion which is in the image of the godhead and leads to ecstasy, the symbol of spirituality.”

Medieval Koranic Scholar: Ibn’Araby (1165-1240)

OE p4

According to the Koran (IV, 129), her husband is required to satisfy her sexually: if he fails she can invoke the law to obtain compensation, or even an immediate divorce accompanied by substantial benefits.

OE p7

A number of other verses indicate that prostitutes (V, 25; XXIV, 31-33) have freedom over their bodies and are not regarded as sinners.

OE p17

Oh how great is the devotion of lovers

When, lost in the maze of passion,

Their hearts are suddenly overthrown by the force of desire,

Let us praise the lover’s soul as it seeks Union,

For therein lies the paradise of eternal joy,

As well as the hell of separation.

Female Sufi Mystic Rabi’a al’ Adauiyyam (Died 801 AD)

Poem celebrating Homosexual Love

When he is not there, my eyes see him;

In all that is beautiful, light and fascinating,

In the harmony of lute and flute

When their chords blend together,

In the meadows and valleys filled with gazelles,

In the coolness of dawn and evening

Wherever drops of dew fall

On a green carpet of grass sprinkled with flowers,

When a light breeze parts the edge of his garment

And carries to the dawn the scent of his body,

And when my mouth pressed against the lips of the goblet

Drinks in the saliva of wine in a joyous place.

Sufi Muslim Poet: Ibn al Faridh Omar (Cairo, 1182-1235)

I love you with my soul,

All the more so as my soul cannot be compared to you.

When describing your lips, my pen is sweet as honey,

Like the pure sugar which changes water into nectar.

Will I ever find a liana as supple as your body bowed over mine

To give me a kiss having the exquisite taste of your mouth?

Sufi Poet Khoja Dehhani. Late 13th century.

Homo erotic poem describing the joys of a Turkish Bath.

Early one morning, supple as the cypress,

He walked with marmonious strides to the bath,

And the water shone suddenly

With the brilliance of his face,

When his body came to be seen,

Stripped of his robe,

Like the full moon.

Then he wrapped himself in an indigo bathrobe;

Truly a naked almond in a field of violets.

The rim of the bath is honored

To bear the imprint of his foot;

And the pool glows with a thousand fires

At the sight of such beauty.

When the water at last brushed against his soft skin,

Jealousy stabbed me in the heart,

And then all over my body,

Taking away the peace of my senses

Then came the radiant moment

When he emerged from the bath, still naked,

But wrapped in my feverish gaze

Which embraced his divine body.

And it is there that he has since remained,

Hidden in a secret corner of my eye.

Fuzuli: Master of Ottoman (Turkish) literature in the 14th century.

OE p79

The woman is the fire, her womb the fuel, the invitation of man the smoke. The door is the flame, entering the ember, pleasure the spark. In this fire gods form the offering. From this offering springs forth the child.

Chandogya Upanishad (Ancient Hindu Scriptures)

TKSOV p21

In the embrace of his beloved a man forgets the whole world – everything both within and without. In the same way he who embraces the Self knows neither within nor without.

Brihadaranyaka Upanishad (Ancient Hindu Scriptures)

TKSOV p21

“They have convinced me that through vice alone is man capable of experiencing this moral and physical vibration which is the source of the most delicious voluptuousness.”

Marquis de Sade op cit

TKSOV p28

The Bow: The woman lies on her back. The man places pillows beneath her hips and head, raising her seat of pleasure and rising to it by kneeling n a cushion. With the womans’s body now bent into the shape of a bow, he should aim his lingam. This is a particular fine love-making position which is much enjoyed by both partners.

Variegated Position: She turns around to be enjoyed from behind . . . he places his chest next to her back. She should move to the left, to the right and up and down, while he rubs her body all over beginning with the palms of her hands. This helps to circulate and magnify the joys of release.

"Love is my Religion and the Religion of Love is like no other. No Lover can join the loved one if he is not wanted by that loved one. Only a single love which bends the lover in two can make the loved one happy and joyous. If you feel that grace of love, you can be sure that such grace comes from Him."Muslim Sufi Mystic Gialal al Dyn Rumy (1207-1273) Mathnauy.

OE-18

"Caress my breasts with your fingers, they are small and you have neglected them. Enough! Now set your mouth just there immediately."

From the Sanscrit Amaru, c. 800AD
Erotica p.87

Mohammed loves women because the contemplation of God in a woman is most intense and most perfect . . . the intense and the most perfect union is copulation . . . it is necessary to distinguish between the sexual act itself, together with the pleasure which it brings, which is mere lust, and the sexual act performed with love, as the crowning of a desire arising from the passion which is in the image of the godhead and leads to ecstasy, the symbol of spirituality."

Medieval Koranic Scholar: Ibn'Araby (1165-1240)

OE p4

According to the Koran (IV, 129), her husband is required to satisfy his wife sexually: if he fails she can invoke the law to obtain compensation, or even an immediate divorce accompanied by substantial benefits.

OE p7

A number of other verses indicate that prostitutes (V, 25; XXIV, 31-33) have freedom over their bodies and are not regarded as sinners.

OE p17

Oh how great is the devotion of lovers
When, lost in the maze of passion,
Their hearts are suddenly overthrown by the force of desire,
Let us praise the lover's soul as it seeks Union,
For therein lies the paradise of eternal joy,
As well as the hell of separation.

Female Sufi Mystic Rabi'a al' Adauiyyam (Died 801 AD)

Poem celebrating Homosexual Love

When he is not there, my eyes see him;
In all that is beautiful, light and fascinating,
In the harmony of lute and flute
When their chords blend together,
In the meadows and valleys filled with gazelles,
In the coolness of dawn and evening
Wherever drops of dew fall
On a green carpet of grass sprinkled with flowers,
When a light breeze parts the edge of his garment
And carries to the dawn the scent of his body,
And when my mouth pressed against the lips of the goblet
Drinks in the saliva of wine in a joyous place.

Sufi Muslim Poet: Ibn al Faridh Omar (Cairo, 1182-1235)

I love you with my soul,
All the more so as my soul cannot be compared to you.
When describing your lips, my pen is sweet as honey,
Like the pure sugar which changes water into nectar.
Will I ever find a liana as supple as your body bowed over mine
To give me a kiss having the exquisite taste of your mouth?

Sufi Poet Khoja Dehhani. Late 13th century.

Homo erotic poem describing the joys of a Turkish Bath.

Early one morning, supple as the cypress,
He walked with marmonious strides to the bath,
And the water shone suddenly
With the brilliance of his face,
When his body came to be seen,
Stripped of his robe,
Like the full moon.
Then he wrapped himself in an indigo bathrobe;
Truly a naked almond in a field of violets.
The rim of the bath is honored
To bear the imprint of his foot;
And the pool glows with a thousand fires
At the sight of such beauty.
When the water at last brushed against his soft skin,
Jealousy stabbed me in the heart,
And then all over my body,
Taking away the peace of my senses
Then came the radiant moment
When he emerged from the bath, still naked,
But wrapped in my feverish gaze
Which embraced his divine body.
And it is there that he has since remained,
Hidden in a secret corner of my eye.

Fuzuli: Master of Ottoman (Turkish) literature in the 14th century.

OE p79

The woman is the fire, her womb the fuel, the invitation of man the smoke. The door is the flame, entering the ember, pleasure the spark. In this fire gods form the offering. From this offering springs forth the child.

Chandogya Upanishad (Ancient Hindu Scriptures)
TKSOV p21

In the embrace of his beloved a man forgets the whole world - everything both within and without. In the same way he who embraces the Self knows neither within nor without.

Brihadaranyaka Upanishad (Ancient Hindu Scriptures)
TKSOV p21

 

or their relevance to today's world as well as for their inspirational value! You are quite welcome to cut and paste this quote as a sweet and sultry sentiment to send to a loved one! It should have a little more resonance than one of those canned Hallmark greetings!