The Lotus sits
Pure, pristine and symmetrical
Upon her murky seat.
...
Her hair, blue-black and silky,
Hung down to her waist,
Her breasts, pert, round and perfect,
Were exactly to her taste.
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These are our 'boys' we're sending,
Sending off to war.
They'll come back changed,
They'll come back maimed,
...
I like the cool side of the pillow
The warm side of the bed
Your long slim legs entwined with mine
Your head beside my head.
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There is a poise,
An elegance,
In your pose.
A stillness,
...
The Temple stands quiet
In the middle of the lake
Lonely in the mist
...
I saw that glance
As you looked back
Your eyes so brown
Your hair so black.
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The old man plays his bow
And dreams of the young maid
The young maid listens to his music
And dreams of a young man.
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From under the tea-house eaves
Pipa music lifts it's exquisite voice
And wafts up the mountainside.
...
The right hand plucks
The music from the strings.
The left, pushing, sliding, caressing
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