been there, felt that...

"The robe of sunset slipped from the shoulders of the city. Lisa's hands moved on my hard skin like the sea; like the surging, swarming caress of the sea. And for a moment, as we rode together, we were one: one desire, one promisse dissolving into compromise, one mouth tasting the trickle of danger and delight. And something - it might've been love, or fear - goaded me to the choice, putting whispers in the warming wind: This is as young, and as free, as you'll ever be."

Shantaram, Gregory David Roberts