If I sigh, his eyes fill with tears; if I smile, they darken with longing; and when I touch him, he turns pale and trembles. But in tormenting him, I grievously torment myself. I draw very near. I wait . . .

When I feel his knotted muscles love surges through me and I quiver with desire . . . I give myself utterly and close mine eyes. My head falls back upon his arm. His eager lips unite with mine.

Then mine arms creep softly over his shoulders and, because I love him, I hold him closely and will not let him go.