The bud isn't aware
Of the velvet beauty of it's flower
Yet it waits to bloom
To realise it has life giving power

How it holds the mysterious gateway
Between heaven and our earth
There was a reason it was called sacred
For the essence of yin is secured in its girth

To feel the ecstasy of this bliss
One has to be gentle and loving
To traverse the wonders of a woman
A man should know the pleasure lies in...