The soft fragrance of the boudoir, the coiled tension of expectation, the moist honey of lubrication, the softness of yielding flesh, the gentle descent into rapture, the intimations of release, the swelling force, the soft fleeting bursts into the perfect world and then... the end. Youth, decline and final decrepitude of an imperial concubine. Hot sex in the beginning, resignation in the middle, wisdom at the end. Not just another chapbook about a poet humping his girlfriend. Cirinao has taste, discretion, and a full view of life.--as
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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