"Beyond that, the rest is a mess of panting and stray fingers, grazing and opened pores, tugged shoulders and scattered pants, pressed hips and covered eyes, rubbing navels and warm mist, entangled toes and curious palms... and the culmination of a meaning that, until then, had only been alluded to because definitions need words, and no word had yet been born that wholly, or even in part, foretold the gestures between them..."

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from "Making Sex" (a short fiction)