She trembled and twitched as I kissed the corner  of
her  parted  lips  and  the  hot  lobe of her ear. A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves;  that  vibrant sky  seemed as naked as she was under her light frock. I saw her face in the sky, strangely distinct, as if it emitted a faint radiance of its  own.  Her legs,  her  lovely  live legs, were not too close together, and when my hand located what it  sought,  a  dreamy  and  eerie  expression,  half-pleasure, half-pain,  came  over those childish features. She sat a little higher than I, and whenever in her solitary ecstasy she was led to  kiss  me,  her  head would  bend  with  a sleepy, soft, drooping movement that was almost woeful, and her bare knees caught and compressed my wrist, and slackened again;  and her  quivering  mouth,  distorted by the acridity of some mysterious potion, with a sibilant intake of breath came near to my  face.  She  would  try  to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then  my  darling  would draw away with a nervous to1ss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on  her  open  mouth,  while  with  a generosity  that  was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I have her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion.