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She sat up on the bed, her breasts amazingly firm, and the pink nipples turned up. Her silver-and-black hair made a rumpled mass down her back and displayed a long neck.

Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it.

She drew back, staring at it. I told this hair to go away.

I sat down beside her, embracing her. I felt the moist thin silkiness of her skin, not healthy in a woman too thin, yet delicious. Even the bones of her wrists were beautiful.

And you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. How good that was for her.

And you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. How good that was for her.

She drew back, staring at it. I told this hair to go away.

I sat down beside her, embracing her. I felt the moist thin silkiness of her skin, not healthy in a woman too thin, yet delicious. Even the bones of her wrists were beautiful.

She lay back, heaving a deep sigh. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness.

I took her breasts in my hands, enchanted by their smallness, their delicacy. So pink, girlish pink.

Those things preserve, I said,but you make the beauty.

She tugged at my hair, and kissed me with her eyes closed, all over my face, and quite suddenly I realized with a shock that my beard and mustache were on my face.

A rain of doubts descended on me.

Let me see you without your clothes, she said. She reached for buttons, but I gestured there was no need. I stood up and back from her.

I took her breasts in my hands, enchanted by their smallness, their delicacy. So pink, girlish pink.

I kissed the calves of her legs, her thighs. The garden rustled and sighed behind me. For the first time I heard a waterfall, its gentle trickle, and then I listened to the sound of water touching leaves, but my body was an engine of desire, and what drove me was her naked breasts, rather small, with the pink nipples of a girl, and the smell of death, rising sweet like a crushing lily. It was not that the death attracted me; it was that it made her all the more precious, something to be lost in a moment.

It's all drugs, my love, she said, as though feeling my wonder. She kissed my beard, kissing it along the bone of my jaw.It's hormones and modern science; I have a woman's chemicals inside me, that's all. They can make me look young, but they can't save my life.

But I had to do it. What was the point of warning her that I might dissolve in the process? I was going to do it.

I took her breasts in my hands, enchanted by their smallness, their delicacy. So pink, girlish pink.

She tugged at my hair, and kissed me with her eyes closed, all over my face, and quite suddenly I realized with a shock that my beard and mustache were on my face.

Splendid, she whispered.

And you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. How good that was for her.

A rain of doubts descended on me.

Splendid, she whispered.

Not an electric light burned in the place. It was the dreamiest darkness.

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