overwhelmed, absorbed, lost in an abyss
of joy, and dying of nothing but immoderate delight.

Charles then roused me somewhat out of this extatic distraction, with
a complaint softly murmured, amidst a crowd of kisses, at the position,
not so favourable to his desires, in which I received his urgent
insistance for admission, where that insistance was alone so engrossing
a pleasure, that it made me inconsistently suffer a much dearer one to
be kept out; but how sweet to correct such a mistake! My thighs, now
obedient to the intimations of love and nature, gladly disclose, and
with a ready submission, resign up the soft gateway to the entrance of
pleasure: I see, I feel the delicious velvet tip!... he enters me might
and main, with... oh! my pen drops from here in the extasy now present
to my faithful memory! Description too deserts me, and delivers over a
task, above its strength of wing, to the imagination: but it must be an
imagination exalted by such a flame as mine that can do justice to that
sweetest, noblest of all sensations, that hailed and accompanied
the stiff insinuation all the way up, till it was at the end of its
penetration, sending up, through my eyes, the sparks of the love-fire
that ran all over me and blazed in every vein and every pore of me; a
system incarnate of joy all over.

I had now totally taken in love's true arrow from the point up to
the feather, in that part, where making no new wound, the lips or the
original one of nature, which had owed its first breathing to this dear
instrument, clung, as if sensible of gratitude, in eager suction round
it, whilst all its inwards embraced it tenderly, with a warmth of gust,
a compressive energy, that gave it, in its way, the heartiest welcome
in nature; every fibre there gathering tight round it, and straining
ambitiously to come in for its share of the blissful touch.

As we were giving them a few moments pause to the the delectations of
the senses, in dwelling with the highest relish on this intimatest point
of re-union, and chewing the cud of enjoyment, the impatience natural to
the pleasure soon drove us into action. Then began the driving tumult
on his side, and the responsive heaves on mine, which kept me up to
him; whilst, as our joys grew too great for utterance, the organs of
our voices, voluptuously intermixing, became organs of the touch... how
delicious!... how poignantly luscious!... And now! now I felt, to the
heart of me! I felt the p