Early Morning

Again and again, through joys and pains
It is when I look at you
Still asleep in the early sunlight
Your disheveled hair and your handsome face
Your arm, draped across my breasts
Your breaths on my skin, moist and sweet
That I cannot help but softly murmur
With all my heart
I am so in love with you
I can go on loving you
Let me whisper sweet songs for you
Let us love
And never let go

Beavers

This is the way of the work force: using women as if they were men; using men as if they were animals.

~Yu, Shanghai University graduate

The Chinese have it right again.