Tea At Sunset Poem by Tea Kawana

During the mauve sunset,
She was with me; hot, mild, assiduous, all so luxuriate,
clothed in black and a tint of lemon.
She was fair, and my desire for her lead on,
Her body, delicate, as honey-dew - she tasted natural and sweet.
She sunk into me...
Not in feign did I, but let out a pleasurable moan;
she raised me up in bliss.
What we had was exquisite, not a delusion,
it was rich...lasting,
it was love.