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’
It
was
so
lovely
!
’
she
moaned
.
’
It
was
so
lovely
!
’
But
he
said
nothing
,
only
softly
kissed
her
,
lying
still
above
her
.
And
she
moaned
with
a
sort
of
bliss
,
as
a
sacrifice
,
and
a
newborn
thing
.
And
now
in
her
heart
the
queer
wonder
of
him
was
awakened
.
A
man
!
The
strange
potency
of
manhood
upon
her
!
Her
hands
strayed
over
him
,
still
a
little
afraid
.
Afraid
of
that
strange
,
hostile
,
slightly
repulsive
thing
that
he
had
been
to
her
,
a
man
.
And
now
she
touched
him
,
and
it
was
the
sons
of
god
with
the
daughters
of
men
.
How
beautiful
he
felt
,
how
pure
in
tissue
!
How
lovely
,
how
lovely
,
strong
,
and
yet
pure
and
delicate
,
such
stillness
of
the
sensitive
body
!
Such
utter
stillness
of
potency
and
delicate
flesh
.
How
beautiful
!
How
beautiful
!
Her
hands
came
timorously
down
his
back
,
to
the
soft
,
smallish
globes
of
the
buttocks
.
Beauty
!
What
beauty
!
a
sudden
little
flame
of
new
awareness
went
through
her
.
How
was
it
possible
,
this
beauty
here
,
where
she
had
previously
only
been
repelled
?
The
unspeakable
beauty
to
the
touch
of
the
warm
,
living
buttocks
!
The
life
within
life
,
the
sheer
warm
,
potent
loveliness
.
And
the
strange
weight
of
the
balls
between
his
legs
!
What
a
mystery
!
What
a
strange
heavy
weight
of
mystery
,
that
could
lie
soft
and
heavy
in
one
’
s
hand
!
The
roots
,
root
of
all
that
is
lovely
,
the
primeval
root
of
all
full
beauty
.
She
clung
to
him
,
with
a
hiss
of
wonder
that
was
almost
awe
,
terror
.
He
held
her
close
,
but
he
said
nothing
.
He
would
never
say
anything
.
She
crept
nearer
to
him
,
nearer
,
only
to
be
near
to
the
sensual
wonder
of
him
.
And
out
of
his
utter
,
incomprehensible
stillness
,
she
felt
again
the
slow
momentous
,
surging
rise
of
the
phallus
again
,
the
other
power
.
And
her
heart
melted
out
with
a
kind
of
awe
.
And
this
time
his
being
within
her
was
all
soft
and
iridescent
,
purely
soft
and
iridescent
,
such
as
no
consciousness
could
seize
.
Her
whole
self
quivered
unconscious
and
alive
,
like
plasm
.
She
could
not
know
what
it
was
.
She
could
not
remember
what
it
had
been
.
Only
that
it
had
been
more
lovely
than
anything
ever
could
be
.
Only
that
.
And
afterwards
she
was
utterly
still
,
utterly
unknowing
,
she
was
not
aware
for
how
long
.
And
he
was
still
with
her
,
in
an
unfathomable
silence
along
with
her
.
And
of
this
,
they
would
never
speak
.
When
awareness
of
the
outside
began
to
come
back
,
she
clung
to
his
breast
,
murmuring
’
My
love
!
My
love
!
’
And
he
held
her
silently
.
And
she
curled
on
his
breast
,
perfect
.
But
his
silence
was
fathomless
.
His
hands
held
her
like
flowers
,
so
still
aid
strange
.
’
Where
are
you
?
’
she
whispered
to
him
.
’
Where
are
you
?
Speak
to
me
!
Say
something
to
me
!
’
He
kissed
her
softly
,
murmuring
:
’
Ay
,
my
lass
!
’
