for as he gathers her flesh for his consumption ... the slightest of licks upon her black-stone nipples , the tenderest of presses along the hard plowed plain of her belly , the gentlest of breezes which scatter her pearl ears , her satin neck ... the beseeching lies of his heart : i love you ... not to be spoken , rather to be confesseda tortured confession which only pleasure can so exactas she receives him so does he receive her : invisible .