his clothes left his body. He lay back feeling Blake's body, hard and rigid as timbers against him, and hot with an animal's vitality. He threw his arms around the naked back above him, felt Blake's firm mouth on his own. Felt Blake's tongue forcing itself into him. Ways of kissing, that had never occurred to him, were sought for and discovered … His hands worked gently up against the oily hair. He caressed it until the darkness went out of him, and the slow joy too. He could feel the pounding of Blake's blood, rolling out to meet his, leaving a weakness in him, a tropical languor … a melting … a dying … a flame.
It was accomplished there in the darkness between them.
Hands found flesh and lips found lips again and again and through them tasted deep of the pagan world of beauty and desire, blackening out all doubts of vulgarity and lewdness.
