A naked woman stood beside him . Soaking wet like Spenser , long , auburn locks
did little to conceal her slender , lovely form . Small breasted , pink nippled , long legged ,
with a gently rounded stomach , her skin had a lustrous , pearly tone .
Spenser stood transfixed , too stunned to even speak , to try to ask where she came
from . He ' d had little experience with women , a few fumbling experiments with serving
girls at Oxford , a miserable failure with a prostitute in London .
She reached out with exquisite arms and drew him close . Even through his shirt ,
her breasts ' pressure against his chest drove Spenser mad . She fixed him with green eyes
and put bow shaped red lips next to his .
Spenser ' s body took over ; his mind went into retreat . He clenched her tightly ,
fervently kissed her . She undid his cloak and feverishly pulled at his clothes . Spenser
reached down and tugged off his boots . He was soon undressed .
They laid upon the cloak and embraced . Moon and stars looked down and
beamed in approval . Waves gathered and fell in tidal rhythm to their caresses . She ran
her fingers through his hair and stroked his lean body . Spenser kissed her again .
Without thought , he penetrated her .
Spenser found himself transported beyond the mortal sphere of imperfect reality
to the transcendent plane of Eros . Suspended in aether , they rode one another in a glory