longues, lace and satin,

the prelude

infallible charm,

two lids meeting

to lavish upon

profusion of flowers;

“You feel dead, don’t you?” It was as if she had been given ether. His voice seemed to come from so far. She motioned to him that she felt as if she were fainting. He said, “It will pass.”

exalted by his kisses.

by contagion,