"O wonder! Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away. Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Yum...Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Wildly I lay on her, kissed her...She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me."

~James Joyce, Ulysses

Just when I'm about to write Joyce off as posturing, inscrutable, and a damn pain in the ass, he goes and writes something like this. Let the tortured crush continue.