Playing “cloud and rain”, erotic poetry & art in ancient China

Playing “cloud and rain”, erotic poetry & art in ancient China

You held my lotus blossom/In your lips and played with the/Pistil. We took one piece of/Magic rhinoceros horn/And could not sleep all night long./All night the cock’s gorgeous crest/Stood erect. All night the bee /Clung trembling to the flower/Stamens. Oh my sweet perfumed/Jewel! I will allow only/My lord to possess my sacred/Lotus pond, and every …