the cool , slithering ices from the yucatan ... these on which she slithers : carrying them in silver bowls , bowls aglow in her hand by candle-light : lights all about spraying the room with luring throbs : she with silver bow around her neck : a bow which worships her neck , is set in slooping splendor to mimic the elegant rise of her flesh , a rise which is snatched by kin silver earrings : this is all she is , nothing else : only flesh , flesh which becomes silver : mutates into this silvery flow , its fluidity , she moves like a wave towards him , bowls slightly cresting as her breasts rise as she floats towards him : all the humors and juices of the eaten meal transform into a single solid tangible teeth-clattering yearning on his part to rise and chomp on her !