"Is my love as the rising tide to you, sweet ?" he murmured.
"It is more!" she answered passionately.

"It is more! It is the tidal wave that comes so seldom--maybe only once in a lifetime--and carries all before it." He pressed her closer.

"My passion-flower!" he said.

"My queen!" He kissed the throbbing whiteness of her throat, the loose clusters of her hair.

He laid his hot face against her neck, and held it so, not breathing.