A collection of erotic poems and songs

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A Grand Collection of Erotic Poems and Songs

********** ... With the flourishing development of Sanqu (a type of classical Chinese poetry) and Zaqu (another type of classical Chinese poetry) during the Yuan and Ming dynasties, many classic dramas of high artistic quality have been passed down. Meanwhile, folk songs, ballads, and ballads from the streets and villages also flourished. Besides those about romance and nature, erotic songs and erotic ballads, popular in brothels, restaurants, and teahouses, naturally developed significantly along with the growing erotic culture of the Ming dynasty. (Examples include Jin Ping Mei and Rou Pu Tuan, which originated at that time.) To offer you a brief glimpse into this type of erotic music, I have used relevant formulas as a framework, employing modern terminology as much as possible, omitting the names of the tunes, and presenting a few rambling excerpts to you, hoping to offer a different perspective and a different kind of enjoyment. I also have some old, almost unrecognizable fragments of erotic songs, which I have collated and adapted, and I present them here for your feedback. (Since it is an ancient form, and although it is a love song, it is not without some subtlety. Some annotations are provided to facilitate your understanding. ) ********** ... I'm so ashamed, I close my eyes, and only press my burning cheeks against my lover. My rosy cheeks are just beginning to bloom, my jade-like skin is swaying gently. Oh dear! I can't resist the biting and crawling sensations, my heart is completely unlocked. My lover, my crazy lover, hold me tight, my sweetheart. Let me suckle your breasts, but don't touch my waist; this yellow flower of mine is reserved for you. My handsome lover, my beloved lover, I beg you, but you won't listen. Your fingertips trace, your palms touch, how can a girl like me resist such teasing? Ah! My whole body is weak and my joints are trembling, a burning sensation flows through my belly. Sigh! I harden my heart, my teeth almost biting my cherry lips, whatever, I throw all that away, let you, my crazy lover, do whatever you want. I sway my waist and arch my back against your chin. Oh! What a wicked brother! His seductive tricks are irresistible to any girl. He licks and sucks my breasts until they're swollen and full, turning my tender nipples into two cherries. It's so tingling and inflamed, I'm completely captivated and helpless. My darling, do you love your brother? Is it possible that you won't stop until you've suckled all my milk out? He can't get enough of my fair belly, his tongue slips down to my flower bud. Ah! The nectar soaks my fragrant meadow, the tender buds glisten with dew. Oh dear! Darling, you've licked me until my petals twitch and my nipples creak. Look at me, my little flower is all wet, like it's been drenched in water. My handkerchief is soaked, the sheets are drenched, and there's a huge stain on the mattress. How am I going to lie to my mother about this tomorrow? A tingling, numb sensation ran through me, and my waist swayed involuntarily, my hips responding. I longed for my darling to quickly slip his tongue inside and poke at my heart. Oh dear! How could I bear this torment! This torment! My virginity has been shattered, my soul has been lost. Alas! Alas! Forget about the wedding night, who cares about being whole? I held my lover tightly with all my might. I lifted my hips and bent my knees to hold him firmly, letting him do whatever he wanted, swallowing my body whole, to taste what it's like to become an immortal or a demon. Note: 1. Little thing: breasts 2. Red bud: vulva 3. Half wave: meaning not to be looked at, only to be glanced at 4. Little clothes: women's underwear 5. Red pink and green moths: the naked body of a virgin 6. Tender bean: nipple 7. Flower nest: the vulva area 8. Petals: labia majora and minora. 9. Sweat towel: A silk handkerchief worn close to the body by a woman to wipe away sweat and dirt, approximately 50 centimeters square. Ten. Bed sheets. "Adultery" series: April, bamboo shoots on the branches, silence reigns, parents have gone to bed early. The courtyard is quiet, the corridor is still, doors and windows are bolted, red candles burn high. My heart pounds with excitement, I snuggle against my lover, acting coquettishly; little brother, your face is all smiles, your fingertips gently stroke my cheek, whispering, "Aren't you ashamed?" Pretending to be annoyed, I'm all coquettish, playfully punching and slapping, a good round of flirtatious banter. The little brother whispers to his little daughter, "You have yin, I have yang, we can intertwine perfectly; surely, a jade maiden and a golden boy can't be together in marriage?" My darling, you don't know, if you did, you'd find it unbearable. Big brother, what marriage? Brother has feelings, sister has affection, even the Old Man Under the Moon, matters of men and women, yin and yang intertwine, we tender buds and yellow flowers naturally don't know. Pretty little sister, don't panic, don't shout, let your brother calm you down slowly. My dear brother, you are a girl, pure and beautiful, please be gentle and careful, watch out for my mother to come and hurt you. 3 Sweet words are as gentle as water, my heart is full of spring waves. Hurriedly, we embrace, our lips meet, the fragrance of lilacs rustling, 4, our saliva flowing; endless sweet dew, inexhaustible fragrance. 5. My face is flushed, my eyes are closed, letting my brother kiss me hard. Hmm?! Mischievous hands, quietly lifting my clothes, oh! Tear off my bib, and start rubbing and scratching my breasts; oh! It's an indescribable itch, an inexplicable restlessness, a tingling, numbing sensation, it's so hard to bear! 3. Good brother, stop, stop messing around, my heart is so itchy! The philanderer wouldn't listen, and became even more ruthless, his methods incredibly skillful. He secretly untied my red silk robe, and flung off my undergarment. Oh dear! I broke free from his embrace, covering my chest and waist with my hands, so ashamed I wanted to disappear into the ground. You wicked brother, this fair maiden's body is only for you to see! I'm so ashamed, my whole body is burning, tonight my virginity is surely in danger, I can only tightly close my phoenix eyes. My lover, so charming, so clever, you lower your face and suckle my nipples; licking and smacking, like a baby nursing, you're ravaging me. Oh dear! A thousand ants crawl into my heart, my burning nipples feel like an iron. Panting, my heart pounding, my muscles weak and my body limp, my head spinning. My dear brother, stop fooling around, do you want to suckle until I'm full of milk?! Look, with all that sucking and scratching, this one rubbing and that one teasing, my little grandma's instantly swelled up like a big steamed bun! A little nudge, a little jump, and her two little white rabbits are perky. Hugging her brother tightly, she cries out, "I love you, my darling, don't mess around, I, a girl, really can't take it!" Suddenly, a jolt of energy arches her back, her belly burns like fire, and with a sudden cry, her legs cramp and tremble violently, a stream of hot fluid bursts out of her flower bud! My little clothes are soaked, sticky and hot, running down my buttocks, wetting the sheets too. Drifting aimlessly in the clouds. One hand presses her brother's head, the other holds his waist, grandma snuggles against his face, oh! These two red cherries, you can suck them, you can bite them, I'd rather they were swallowed whole. Springtime flutters, soul adrift, fragrant sweat drips, black hair tangled. Hardened heart, what do I care if my mother sees? Even if the Heavenly King himself comes, I won't beg for mercy. Drowsy, listless. The philandering, cunning man, takes advantage, secretly loosening the young woman's belt; suddenly realizing it, she tries to stop him, but can't push him away. Shocked and frightened, she frantically calls out to her lover, "What is this yin-yang intercourse? I couldn't even bear it just now, I don't want to know anymore!"

My lover, how could he listen to my nagging? In one swift motion, he ripped off my silk robe; in another, he tore off my undergarments; with a flick of his sleeve, he flipped me over and pinned me down. Oh my goodness! This one is so fair and clean, that one is completely naked, making my little girl blush with shame, my heart pound wildly; in my haste, I couldn't pull away the brocade quilt, I couldn't hold onto the red silk jacket, I huddled up, snuggling close to this wicked little darling. I covered my eyes with my hands, pleading sweetly, "
Please, don't touch or look at me like that, poor little girl." My charming lover, my darling, like an arrow on a bowstring, a sword drawn, he moved about, enjoying himself to the fullest. Oh dear! This heartless lover, his lips were swollen from sucking, he didn't care about the filth, he didn't care about the smell, after licking my belly, he pried his tongue into my buttocks; he parted my petals, scratching and probing, and then licked into my tender, pink bud.
Oh! Oh! It's so sore and itchy, my back and waist are twitching with nowhere to escape, I clench my teeth and bite down, but I can't resist the throbbing, electric shock-like pain, and the trickling juices are soaking wet; my darling, you've gone mad, how much of this nectar you've greedily sucked and swallowed! It's made my soul leave my body time and time again. Who cares if I'm a girl, dizzy and unable to bear it? Mother! What am I to do?! I clench my teeth and whisper, "My darling, you have such a wicked mouth, your tongue is like a dart and a knife, keep sucking, keep licking, keep probing, and my soul will be gone forever."
My dearest little sister, my darling, the most exciting moment is just beginning. Tonight, we'll be together, a match made in heaven, a meeting of immortals, yet you don't fully understand the allure of our love. My little darling, bend your legs, lift your hips, and straighten your back. My darling, this is your first time, and my first time too. When that jade pestle pierces the flower's heart, peach blossoms and plum blossoms, I'll make you melt and lose your soul! Don't be afraid, hold back your cries. The pain will be fleeting, but it will be over in an instant. Even if it's soul-stirring and your breath is gone, when the time comes, grit your teeth and don't scream. Your parents will be furious if they hear. My love is deep, my passion is high. From now on, I'll discipline my precious little darling. I long for you every day, I want you every night. Even a single day without you is unbearable.
Note:
1. "Red Phoenix Shining on the Phoenix": A phoenix-like bird. "The Phoenix and the Phoenix Singing Together": A term for a married couple. Meaning: The wedding ceremony of a man and a woman.
2. "Old Man Under the Moon": The god in charge of marriage.
3. 着 (rising tone) 怎幺着: meaning "what to do".
4. 丁香窸窸: 丁香: the tip of the tongue. The intertwining of the tongue tips during a kiss.
5. 香梢梢: 尖. The tip of the tongue.
6. 花苞苞: vulva.
7. 小衣: woman's underwear. 8.
尻 (kao): buttocks.
9. 铺单床单: bed sheet.
10. 挪 (ruo) 阳平声: to rub. 10. 腌臜 (anzan) 阴平声: unclean. 11.捭
擘着花瓣瓣(baibo): to pry open the labia majora and minora. 12.
挑 (shangsheng): to tease.
13. 了: to end. 14.
心啁 (zhao ) 阴平声: a heart pounding erratically. ********** ... Lips like cardamom, tongue like clove, jade body lying prone in her lover's arms. Such alluring hands, caressing her until her whole body is unbearably itchy. Oh! Those irritating fingers slip inside, even prying open her petals; oh! So wet, how can a young woman bear such shame? Unable to resist the frenzy of bees and butterflies, the tender yellow buds are so lovely; her willow-leaf eyebrows furrow, her wasp waist sway, how can she withstand the sudden rain and clouds, the surging waves and the cutting wind; her heart stirs, her stamens open, her soul is consumed by intoxication, a gentle spring flows forth; her lotus-like arms extend, her pink legs wrap around her lover's waist; soft and weak, she beckons her lover to indulge in love. ( Second installment of the "Adultery" series ) Pink faces nestled together, fragrant skin welcoming; jade arms intertwined, legs tightly wrapped around her lover's waist. With a determined heart, I surrendered my body to my lover's pleasure; what a charming man! How could I resist his licking and kneading of my rosy breasts? My body went numb, and a burning desire surged forth. His lips met mine again, his tongue teasing me once more, and I trembled as he gently received his jade pestle, my brows furrowing shyly; I was so embarrassed that I turned my face away, closed my eyes, and endured it all. The wind was strong, and the tender willows swayed, the spring's warmth causing the silken sheaths to unfurl. Oh! It hurt so much that I cried out: "Don't push it into my heart!" My black hair was disheveled, my hairpin askew, and I was drenched in sweat, panting heavily; the itching made my bones feel weak and my soul almost left my body; I wished I could swallow my lover whole. It was truly: a dream of Wushan, where passion was at its peak; a chaotic rain in the Chu Gorge, where spring's heart could not find peace. The third installment of the "Adultery" series: Hand in hand, we enter the boudoir, remove our makeup, and ascend the jade bed; our bellies nestled together, our legs intertwined; what a charming young man, his touch makes my breasts tingle and my heart flutter with desire. I harden my heart, willing to give my virginity entirely to my lover. I endure the pain, yet cannot resist the tingling sensation; I arch my back, arch my hips, my spirit root pressed against my body, a wave of pleasure washing over me; like butterflies amidst flowers, like mandarin ducks playing in the water, waves of passion surging within the brocade quilt. My tongue, like a clove, spits out nectar, my willow waist sways, my hair flowing like silk; I whisper: "Do not be too wild, from now on, the pale yellow will fade, the tender buds will be given to my young lover; do not forget our vows of eternal love, do not miss the moonlit window; still, the sound of scissors will be our signal, the candle extinguished, we will secretly cross the river into the Chencang Pass. On the mandarin duck quilt and phoenix pillow, I wish to be with my lover, night after night, intimately together. Oh dear!" Alas, my love, with your frenzied thrusting and pounding, I have no choice but to use my frail body as a maiden to defend myself; one moment, my eyes glaze over; the next, my soul is scattered; indescribable pain, inexplicable itching, specks of crimson, patches of white fluid; my crotch is soaking wet, so shameful and unbearable; I am so weak, so dizzy, unable to think. Oh, oh, oh! What a charming, lustful lover, still unwilling to release me. Look! It is already: smoke hangs over the bamboo in the courtyard, the moon slants over the corridor, the rooster crows for the first time, alas! Truly: the night is short, but the passion is long. I long for the moon to rise over the eastern hill, so I can look out the flowery window again. My charming lover, once gone, has vanished without a trace. Since you left, you have stolen the very essence of my heart! Every day I'm there, peeking in and out from behind that door; huddled under the quilt, eyes wide open, unable to sleep, chanting prayers until the rooster crows and the crescent moon sinks in the west. I worry because my parents are so strict; I hate because my lover, that cursed star, has betrayed me. My darling, who makes me so anxious! Why can't you come to me? My heart burns with the fire of spring. My lovely lover, you've made me so mad! And now you've come. Overjoyed, I quickly embrace you tightly, making my whole body instantly flush with desire; my thighs itch or tingle, my crotch instantly wet, my heart aching with tickling insects. A hug, and my worries vanish; a embrace, and my gloom disappears. Even if I can't spend the whole night with my beloved, I'll hasten, risk my life, to make love, even if it's just for a moment, to quench my fire! Postscript: Sanqu originated from folk songs and evolved from poetry and ci (lyric poetry) into a new literary form during the Yuan Dynasty. While largely similar to ci, they differ in several ways. Both use lines of varying lengths; ci has its own fixed patterns, and sanqu has its own fixed patterns, sometimes sharing the same title and similar wording. The difference lies in the rhyme scheme: sanqu uses rhyme more densely than ci, with almost every line rhyming, allowing for alternating tones and the addition of filler words (this text contains many filler words in its internal sanqu). This makes it suitable for singing and closer to everyday life. Like ci, sanqu gradually separated from music, becoming a unique literary genre and entering the realm of poetry. Because its form was popular and easily appreciated by the common people, outside the elegant and orthodox style of Sanqu (a type of classical Chinese poetry), the streets, brothels, and villages became another fertile ground for the creation of erotic and romantic songs. Works like "Eighteen Touches" and "The Little Nun Yearns for the Mortal World," which you may be familiar with, belong to this category. Songs are divided into two main categories: Southern Songs and Northern Songs. Southern Songs are closer to Ci (a type of classical Chinese poetry), while Northern Songs arose slightly earlier and are further divided into two types: Dramatic Songs (similar to opera scripts, interspersed with dialogue, such as "The Romance of the Western Chamber" and "The Peony Pavilion") and Sanqu (a type of classical Chinese poetry). The latter is an expression of the author's own feelings and experiences, and has a stronger literary flavor.

Northern music, for example, is divided into twelve modes, such as "Huangzhong, Zhenggong, Xianlü, Zhonglü, Nanlü, Shuangdiao..." The term "Huangzhong and Dalü" refers to musical scales in general. Within each mode, there are hundreds of tune names.
However, the scores of ancient musical scales based on the five notes of the pentatonic scale (Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu) have mostly been lost over time, with very few surviving, which is a great pity. The musical scales of tunes such as "Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank," "Autumn in the Han Palace," "Little Peach Blossom," "Deshengling," "Chaotianzi," "Plum Blossom Melody," and "Wind Enters the Pine" still retain many traces of evolution and variation in the accompaniment melodies of Cantonese opera, Peking opera, and Hui opera.
A suite is a group of pieces composed of individual tunes from several modes; the rhyme can be changed according to the mode, but a suite must use tunes from the same mode and rhyme throughout.
The suite presented to you all contains several tune names that are irrelevant to the theme, which have been omitted. While it generally follows the basic format, some vocabulary has been modernized to suit seasonal tastes, thus disregarding strict adherence to the tonal patterns, rhymes, and phrasing of the tunes. Strictly speaking, it has been given the shell of a free-form song, but in essence, it has degenerated into a genre similar to drum ballads, not much different from "Eighteen Touches." Anyway, it's just playful writing, random rambling, meant to amuse you. A few annotations are provided to facilitate your reading.
The literary forum is full of experts, wise men, and hidden talents; many are my teachers. This half-baked attempt (not even half a bottle of vinegar!) is presumptuous enough to be considered a mere amateur. How dare I presume to show off my skills before Lu Ban or wield my sword behind Guan Yu's back door? Firstly, it's an attempt to add a few scallions to the otherwise unified novelistic genre, thus diversifying the genre; secondly, it's offered to those who rarely pay attention to this type of writing, merely as a starting point to elicit further insights.
Errors and inaccuracies are inevitable; I humbly request your understanding and correction.
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