Shringaratilaka 1.42

1.42

labdhāyatiḥ pragalbhā syāt samasta-rati-kovidā
ākrānta-nāyikā bāḍhaṃ virājad-vibhramā yathā //
seyaṃ paraṅginī mṛṇāla-latikām ādāya yasyāḥ priyo hāraṃ me kurute payodhara-taṭe pratyagra-tārā-rucam
bandhūkaṃ ca tad etad āli vidalad yat tena sīmantitaṃ sarvāśā-vijigīṣu-puṣpa-dhanuṣo bāṇa-śriyaṃ dhāsyati //
yatra sveda-lavair alaṃ vlulitair vyālupyate candanaṃ svacchandair maṇitaiś ca yatra raṇitaṃ nihnūyate nūpuram
yatrāyānty acireṇa sarva-viṣayāḥ kāmaṃ tad-ekāgratāṃ sakhyas tat-surataṃ bhaṇāmi rataye śeṣā tu loka-sthitiḥ //
svāmin bhaṅgurayālakaṃ sa-tilakaṃ bhālaṃ vilāsin kuru prāṇeśa truṭitaṃ payodhara-taṭe hāraṃ punar yojaya
ity uktvā suratāvasāna-sukhitā sampūrṇa-cadnrānanā spṛṣṭā tena tatheti jāta-pulakā prāptā punar mohanam //
madhura-vacanaiḥ sa-bhrū-bhaṅgaiḥ kṛtāṅguli-tarjanai ralasa-valitair aṅga-nyāsair mahotsava-bandhubhiḥ
asakṛd asakṛt sphāra-sphārair apāṅga-vilokitaistribhuvana-jaye sā pañceṣoḥ karoti sahāyatām //

The mature woman (pragalbhā) has attained confidence, skilled in all manners of lovemaking, / thoroughly mastering her lover, with radiant amorous graces:
'Taking this very lotus-fiber vine, my beloved makes / a necklace on my breast that has the luster of fresh pearls; / and this is that bandhūka blossom which, crushed when he parted my hair, / will bear the splendor of an arrow of the god of the flower-bow who longs to conquer every quarter.'
'Where sandalwood is washed away by heavy, agitated drops of sweat, / where the jingle of anklets is concealed by spontaneous moans, / and where all senses immediately attain total absorption in that alone— / that, friends, I call lovemaking for pleasure; all the rest is just social custom.'
'Master, make my curls wavy! Charming lover, place the mark upon my forehead! / Lord of my life, string again the necklace broken on the slope of my breasts!' / Having said this, happy at the end of lovemaking, her face a full moon, / touched by him saying 'So be it,' her hairs bristling with joy, she again swooned with passion.
With sweet words, knitted brows, threatening gestures of her finger, / with lazy, curving movements of her limbs that are companions to great festivities, / and with wide, expansive sidelong glances again and again, / she aids the five-arrowed god in conquering the three worlds.