Upon a silken plain, two marble  columns lay
Suppine,  sublime, aligned
And in their  midst a cave
In days of old the minstrels sang,
And bards composed their songs
For this, great battle cries were raised
And Shoguns shed their blood

For such a place as this
For such a source of bliss

At the doorway of the cave two curtains hang
Above the door a hidden globe
Within the cave, a dome
A spot which, when caressed
Brings necter, (honey blessed)
It flows upon the floor
It seeps without, and more
It drips upon the columns
Suppine, sublime, so smooth, aligned,

At such a place as this
'Tis such a source of bliss

In legends long ago, the story has been told
“If you would make the columns shake
And find the riches there to take
The  goddess must be kissed
Restraining bars, released
Cause columns to be moved
Revealing curtains, globe, and dome,”

For such a place as  this
For such a source  of  bliss

I strip to climb the   columns,
And find two mounds  arrayed
With fingers carefully placed beneath
I stroke them, hold them, weighed
Held in each palm I kiss them each
Like fruit displayed, their fragrance sweet
And climbing further, I
Behold the goddess, high
Her face, by sculptor made
Her skin, translucent jade
Her mouth receives my tongue
Our tongues become as one

In such a place as this
In such a source of bliss

'Tis then the columns shift
They fall, expose the rift,
The cave of treasures seen
The riches of my queen
Then climbing down I suck
Each curtain opens up
I lick the golden globe
My fingers stroke the dome

She opens wide the doors,
Till precious jewels and ores
Revealed  lie 'neath my eyes
And list’ning to her sighs
I bring my saber forth
And pierce the cave’s op’ed mouth

There is no place like this
‘Tis such a source  of bliss

Then  thrusting with my  sword, the air fills, not with   words,
But shouts, and  moans arise, our groans and fevered sighs
The cave, and curtains mount, the goddess gives a shout
Her honey flows, her treasure trove
A new deposit gains,  there by my saber lain
We clutch each other hard
And feel our beating hearts
Our breathing fast and warm
Our spirits filled with song
Collapsing, tangled, spent
We tumble down, and then
Mingling legs and trunks and arms
We stroke each other calm

At such a time as this
There is no greater bliss