Having my way with Ulysses

sloping within her nightdress

Her eyes, dark and with a look of languor, were opening to his eyes. Her nakedness yielded to him, radiant, warm, odorous and lavishlimbed, enfolded him like a shining cloud, enfolded him like water with a liquid life8:54 am

Molly likes me to bring her breakfast to her in bed.  The old brass on it jingling like pavlov’s bell and she salivates for tea with her cream, sugar, four pieces of bread with butter.  And still you hold our longing gaze with languorous look and lavish limb.

Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.