"In the seclusion of the nuptial chamber the pillow and mat are cool; The man of talent and woman of beauty approach the climax of their game. No sooner have they embarked on "dipping the red candle upside down"; Than they suddenly switch to "punting the boat by night." Rifling its fragrance, "the butterfly nibbles at the calyx of the flower"; Sporting with the water, "the dragonfly darts, now high, now low." When pleasure reaches its height passions are intense, and feelings know no bounds; As the mouth of the "divine turtle" disgorges its "silvery stream.""