“They say that sex is crude: the body fluids…! Crude…? The morning dew on your eyelashes met by my tongue, the tenderest force; my supple curves, the hills you climb, your fingers desperately lost. You want to learn my many gazes – unyielding shields… then pastel sweet… We’ll die one day, but your embraces, each one of them, I want to keep.”
Book:Love, Demystified