Whilst all her womb was open and soft , and softly clamouring , like a sea - anemone under the tide , clamouring for him to come in again and make a fulfilment for her . she clung to him unconscious iii passion , and he never quite slipped from her , and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring , and strange rhythms flushing up into her with a strange rhythmic growing motion , swelling and swelling till it filled all her cleaving consciousness , and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not really motion , but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness , till she was one perfect concentric fluid of feeling , and she lay there crying in unconscious inarticulate cries 她的整个肉体在温柔地开展着，温柔地哀恳着，好象一根洁水下的海芜草，衰恳着他再进去，而使她满足，她在火炽的热情中昏迷着，紧贴着他，他并没有完全滑脱了她，她觉得他的温软的肉蕾，在她里面耸动起来，用着奇异的有节奏的动作，一种奇异的节奏在她里面泛滥起来，彭胀着，彭胀着，直至把她空洞的意识充满了。
