Now I know what they mean

When they say

Make love for hours

It is a righteous rhythm

Full of sensations and power

This indeed should last all night

For the aroma of you is captured tonight

In pure delight, your eminent motive is so right

The depth of the hailing is as loud as the wailing

Pleasures don’t grow under shelves

The water is only held in the

Stronghold of the water well