1749 c/o Sahara Shrestha

Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure


Go ahead; drink the cool ice from my cup,
Lick the rice off my lilac plate clean.
When I’m done washing my hands with milk
I’ll wipe them dry with your man mouth

But let’s not kiss on the tongue today,
It’s not how the day would have been sung
First we’ll flower the waterbed
Then we’ll shower and towel the cub.


What do you want to do next?
Okay, you can mumble on my neck.
I don’t remember what you’re saying
But I like how your word feels

Okay, hold me tight and closer,
Promise, I am not per verse.
Wake with me here and always
In the basin

of my unsullied hills.