Aftersnowfall

Thosemountainchains

Seemaswomen

Freshfrombathing

Layingtender

Ontheshore

OfLuguLake

Inthemoonlight

Theyarelovely

Passionsstir

Amongerectbreasts

Thatpointtohow

Theskyisthechild

Oftheirsuckling