I look over a landscape of smooth
so soft and silky they give me thrills.
Into a cleft my gaze does go
to see a sight that makes my vajra grow.
Beneath a pretty shrub the color of the sun
there is a formation like a honey sweet bun.
Into that soft mysterious place I slide
and on the wings of ecstasy glide,
then to emerge refreshed and blessed,
for of the Goddess gifts I was given the best.
There is no place as sacred as a yoni fair
especially that of Elfwoman of the flowing red hair