The Conch

Sea-woman, her hair soaked with sweat, coils up like seaweed around her lover's arms. Siren-woman, her teeth have the same lustre as the pearls adorning her neck. He, the fisherman, tries to grasp the pink tongue between her lips, but it flees quickly like a small fish. He holds his breath and dives towards the yoni and its holy glints. A cruel bite draws a cry from him. She does not let her prey go, the moray eel! Octopus-woman, she enlaces the fisherman and drags him down to the bottom of the abyss. Joyously, he lets himself drown... Eventually, the beauty surrenders. He then climbs astride her lifted thigs and mounts her, beeping her firmly in position under his knees. In the ocean of pleasures, they are the two united valves of a beautiful shellfish: the conch.

She lies flat on her back,
you sit between her parted knees, raise them,
hook her feet over your thighs,
catch hold of her breasts, and enjoy her:
this is Manmathpriya (Dear to Cupid).

Learn more about The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana.