frak knows that he can not breathe , not breathe but that he can swim , and as he swims so is he still alive through her wetness , he now down upon her wet hum , at her moist delta sucking mouth , there licking her and kissing her and softly sounding into her the darkly deep desire of his bones ... for all his sound is now but a steady harmonious moan , a disciplined wailing which is at once a basso longing and a screeching release of terrible pleasures and pains , for his body is twisted and contorted as he slithers and sways : swims up her river and into her cave , there her shad comes upon him and his eyes see no moreso blinded , he is but guided by his third-hand-of-one-finger , it now a stick of light , as one set on fire , as one he has taken through the night before , he now glowing and guided by his third-hand-of-one-finger , this to lay prostrate before her ... she now the throne upon the land there at caves edge , so he rises , emerges from the water , slowly , with awe-tinged respect .