They were beyond the present$$$ outside time$$$ with no memories and no future. There was nothing but obliterating sensation$$$ thrilling and swelling$$$ and the sound of fabric on fabric and skin on fabric as their limbs slid across each other in this restless$$$ sensuous wrestling. ... They moved closer$$$ deeper and then$$$ for seconds on end$$$ everything stopped. Instead of an ecstatic frenzy$$$ there was stillness. They were stilled not by the astonishing fact of arrival$$$ but by an awed sense of return - they were face to face in the gloom$$$ staring into what little they could see of each other's eyes$$$ and now it was the impersonal that dropped away.