Passionate Young Lovers Share An Intimate And Steamy Encounter

I closed my eyes, squeezing them as tightly as I could, but it was all in vain, for it was only a few moments later that I heard a soft blink, and when I opened them I saw a rivulet of milk flowing merrily by my right, frothing as if it had just been milked. Some appeared to be fig trees, but there were others I couldn’t recognize, though they all seemed laden with fruit. I must have been in Heaven without a doubt, because if I had been in Hell there would probably have been a cauldron of boiling pitch instead of a bathtub. Nothing could be heard but a sort of rustling, as if somewhere in the distance the wind was passing through the willows.