Larva - pg. 502

Ah, she gave in, she was bound to. But prudent and neat (not like some beasts I know ...), she stretched a towel over the bed. And she, hop! on top. [Air hostage.] In the reddish shadows. Earning more redwings? Courage! Red badgering ...] Yes red see red ... And opening [Sham! ham! for ash!] with your babbling. Go down, Mozarab ... Honey, honey moan ... [Irrumer en miel : honey-linguist, rumi-mating ...] With honeyed lips? By the light of the golden moon ... And she urges you on [We must go where Allah commands], caresses you Come on, come on ... And then [Eden den] the doors of heaven open [Al Kadr! though it doesn't coincide with the calendar] when she brazenly embraces you, red-hot. Restless pleasure! Paradiepurgatoryhell, what a mixup! with her moans ahhh and scratching bites. She nearly flays you as she lays you ...