O how your fingers drowse me,
Your breath falls around me like dew, your pulse lulls the tympans of my ears,
I feel immerged from head to foot,
Delicious, enough. …
A little Walt Whitman, from the poem “So Long”. It is a long poem, but that part got my attention today.
She wanted what most women want, but she wanted it much more fiercely and passionately. F. Scott Fitzgerald