Kama Sutra

she had only asked him to come in for a cup of hot strong coffee an innocent gesture in her mind maybe an interesting exchange of thoughts on philosophical matters like love death and existence yet once they had smoked a first cigarette the smoke clouds parted like sea waters of Yam Suph in the form of spiritual enlightenment candles flickered and incense filled the room with sandalwood and musk serenity and pheromones diffused hardship fear loneliness and inhibition passionate silence of words merged with quivering lips in fervorous action and the pulse of their hearts raced in crescendo surely missing a few beats velvet skin like cinnamon bark feverishly exposed unlimited desire an immaculate conception of wisdom arose from instantaneous Karma and twenty years later they still need no picture guide on how to make love "the clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire" and that meant the world