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"He would go all the day waiting for the night to come , when he could give himself to the enjoyment of some luxurious absolute of beauty in her. The thought of the hidden resources of her, the undicscovered beauties and estatic places of delight in her body, waiting, only waiting for him to discover them, sent him slightly insane. He was obsessed. If he did not discover and make known to himself these delights, they might be lost forever. He wished he had a hundred men's energies, with which to enjoy her. He wished he were a cat, to lick her with a rough, grating, lascivious tongue. He wanted to wallow in her, bury himself in her flesh, cover himself over with her flesh."

Just a bit of D.H. Lawrence for you. The book is "The Rainbow."