As he held her and tasted her, and as she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphant, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes.

Author   F. Scott FitzgeraldTopics   Love, Intimacy, Existence, Gratitude, Sensuality Copy Share on Share on Facebook Share on Pinterest Share on Twitter

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