Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love Page #3

around me was holy...

the waterfall...

stone...

grass.

All pure spirit.

Now like a madman,

I worship everything I see...

like you.

There's a story told

about the neighboring king

And his favorite courtesan.

This courtesan became pregnant

at the same time as his Queen.

She gave birth to a son

a few days before the Queen

had a daughter.

The courtesan knew that her son

would be considered

a threat to the throne,

so the eunuchs would be dispatched

to kill her child.

She was determined to save him.

It was diwali, and the potters

came to gift their vessels.

Suddenly, the courtesan

had an idea.

She begged one of the potters

to smuggle her baby out

in an unused urn.

Did the courtesan

see her son again?

Yes, she did.

Every few years the boy would be

dresser as a girl

And smuggled into the inner court.

Why?

Men can't enter the harem.

So they dresser the boy up,

And his mother would take him

along secret passages.

They would spend

a few hours together.

Then he would be smuggled out...

And the courtesan knew

that it would be some time

before she saw her child again.

A few years later she died.

Maya, come.

And this position is called

twining of the creeper.

Now we add to this

what the kamasutra calls

the throbbing kiss.

And this is the way for both

lovers to have the pleasure

of kissing the lower lip

at the same time.

This was gentle.

What about when love

feels intense?

On the first union, for example,

or when angry lovers

are reconciled?

Or when one is intoxicated

And full of energy?

How can we express

our passion then?

Called by the kamasutra,

"the blade of the saw."

A woman who sees the marks of her

lover's nails on her body

becomes excited again.

Always remember, there should

be variety in love s port.

Jai, your padmini is there.

There, there. She's be en

waiting for hours. Go.

I forgot to return this

to you the other day.

You touch me,

And I don't know if it's

about your work or...

about what?

Something else.

Dont ask me to name it.

Is what you do different from them,

from the men in the street?

You're the same as them,

aren't you?

You're accusing me of being

the same as those men?

I'll take you somewhere tonight,

And you can see for yourself.

But you will have

to dress like a man.

Examining. Examining.

Leave. I' m going in as a commoner.

Can I have some wine?

Kumar.

Sahib?

You don't know me, kumar.

Tonight I' m one of you.

Come here, you cheap little slut.

There is joy in 3 things - -

eating meat, riding meat,

And putting m eat into meat.

I need a woman.

Chand rabai, can you get me

a young one?

May I entreat you to see

a special flower of mine?

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