"…all was smooth with a smoothness and firm roundness pressing and a long warm coolness, cool outside and warm within, long and light and closely holding, closely held, lonely, hollow-making with contours, happy-making, young and loving and now all warmly smooth with a hollowing, chest-aching, tight held loneliness…"

Hemingway is such a beautiful writer.

I remember reading For Whom the Bell Tolls quite a few years ago, it was a masterful work, but most of all, this stayed with me. It is such an exquisite description of lovemaking – so tender and real.