julio cortazar.

"... we kiss as if our mouths were filled with flowers or with fish, with lively movements and dark fragrance. and if we bite each other the pain is sweet, and if we smother each other in a brief and terrible sucking in together of our breaths, that momentary death is beauitful. and there is but one saliva and one flavor of ripe fruit, and i feel you tremble against me lie a moon on the water."