The Gods Alone Can Wear Sunshine

To touch, it was as dizzying as the touch of a freshly dried garment. To see, it made my skin flush with color each time, unsure of whether I was meant to be unendingly amazed or entirely frightened--- it was clear, with all of his promises whispered in my ears and gentle assurances mouthed across my skin, I was never to be afraid of him. Each kiss poured more of his soul, more honey-like warmth flooded me. It made my head spin, my hands clutch at his shoulders until he pulled back, giddy and laughing against my own skin.--------------------------Patroclus recounting more of the story and being endlessly in love with Achilles