Many are the women who can take their clothes off seductively, but women who can charm as they dress?

Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.

I must be in love with this woman, Sumire realized with a start. No
mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this
love is about to carry me off somewhere. This current's too
overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special
place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking
there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might
end up losing everything. But there's no turning back. I can only go
with the flow. Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone forever.

I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.