“My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,A sultan's favoured slave may show to him.When it lets off its lively, crackling sound,This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone,Gives me an ecstasy I've only knownWhere league of sound and luster can be found.She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed,Smiled down from her high couch in languid ease.My love was deep and gentle as the seasAnd rose to her as to a cliff the tide.My own approval of each dreamy pose,Like a tamed tiger, cunningly she sighted:And candour, with lubricity united,Gave piquancy to every one she chose.Her limbs and hips, burnished with changing lustres,Before my eyes clairvoyant and serene,Swanned themselves, undulating in their sheen;Her breasts and belly, of my vine and clusters,Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting,To kill the peace which over me she'd thrown,And to disturb her from the crystal throneWhere, calm and solitary, she was sitting.So swerved her pelvis that, in one design,Antiope's white rump it seemed to graftTo a boy's torso, merging fore and aft.The talc on her brown tan seemed half-divine.The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within,The hearth alone lit up the darkened air,And every time it sighed a crimson flareIt drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin”

“There are no words for how much I will miss her, but I try to kiss her so that she'll know. I try to kiss her to tell her the whole story of my love, the way I dreamed of her when she was dead, the way that every other girl seemed like a mirror that showed me her face. The way my skin ached for her. The way that kissing her made me feel like I was drowning and like I was being saved all at the same time. I hope she can taste all that, bittersweet, on my tongue.”

“ It’s a slow sultry song. She opens her mouth and what comes out can only be described as dripping with sex. The climax of the song comes and the college boys are cat calling her but she doesn't seem to notice at all. She’s completely in the song, eyes half mast, a slight smile on her lips, and hips methodically rolling to the beat. She’s pure sex and every male in the bar is thinking the same thing I am. What would she be like in my bed. She absent mindedly trails her hand from her collarbone down between her breasts to her belly. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My jeans instantly get too tight in the crotch and I adjust myself discreetly while everyone’s eyes are still on her. ”

“[My grandmother] was so humble of heart and so gentle that her tenderness for others and her disregard for herself and her own troubles blended in a smile which, unlike those seen on the majority of human faces, bore no trace of irony save for herself, while for all of us kisses seemed to spring from her eyes, which could not look upon those she loved without seeming to bestow upon them passionate caresses.”

“She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and bit her bottom lip. I found it to be such an erotic gesture that it aroused me. My eyes began making love to her in the dark. Unseen hands passed over her curves, quietly descending...trembling at her great beauty. I didn't even know her, but I wanted her. My gaze danced over her every curve, from her nose and lips, to her breasts and hips, surreptitiously. She had no idea of my thoughts. Shadow sex.”

“I sigh into her and give up the fight. My fingers thread through her hair, pulling her closer, knowing I'll never get enough of her. She intoxicates me, but not in the way that leaves a man senseless. She lifts me up like a breath of sweet air, like sun on my skin, like...god.No, not god. Like the idea of god, the one I imagined when I was a boy.”