A Little Death
A single night of joyous lovemaking is described in lyrical prose.
Every night you come to me my darling, wife and lover, soulmate and lifelong companion. Without fail, you slip quietly under the covers to lie beside me, your naked body warm against my side. Pillowing my head on your soft breasts, I lose myself in bliss in your arms. And each night I die a little in your arms, a kind death, the entrance to paradise, where I lie in rapturous joy unbound. Mouths open to welcome the welcome...