My hand goes out to her.

I take her, support, and enfold her.

Fainting, she clings to me, and for one moment I carry--gently, heavily--all the young woman's weight.

The neck of her dress is undone, and falls like foliage from her throat, and I just saw the real curve of her bosom, nakedly and distractedly throbbing.
Her body is agitated.

She hides her face in her hands and then turns it to mine.