There is pitch darkness in the room. Joseph is watching from the

window. A man is walking in the rain on the road with a woman

who is in his arms. They stopped under the street light. The man 

took a  bottle of liquor and drank.Then he took the woman in to

his arms and kissed her. She is in his hug under  showering rain.

Just then, Jolie's hot body touched behind Joseph. She was also

looking at the romance on the road. Jolie was naked. Joseph can 

feel her body in darkness. He took her in to his arms. He kissed her.

They reached the bed. She lay in his arms. She was a revelation in

that dim, mysterious chamber as white as the couch she lay upon.

Her firm elastic flesh knows its birthright was like  a creamy lily that

the sun invites to contribute its breath and perfume to the world.

Her abundant passion without guile or trickery was like the white

flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own

sensuous nature that had never yet been reached. He stayed as

cushioned upon her, breathless, dazed, enervated, with his heart

beating like a hammer upon her.With one hand she clasped his head,

her lips lightly touching him. The other hand stroked with a soothing

rhythm his muscular shoulders.The rain started again. The growl of

the thunder was distant and passing.