...of lovers

..."That winter they had fallen in love. They ate by turns from the same fork, and she drank wine from his mouth. He caressed her until her soul groaned within her body, and she worshipped him and begged him to urinate inside her. She would laughingly tell the other girls that nothing scratches better than the three-day beard of a man who has been making love. But she thought to herself: 'The moments of my life are dying like flies gulped down by fish. How can I make them nourishment for his hunger?' She begged him to bite off her ear and eat it, and she never closed drawers or cupboard doors behind her, so as not to break her luck. She was a quiet girl, because she had grown up in the silence of her father's endless reading of one and the same prayer, which always drew the same kind of silence around it. And now it was the same as they set off on their excursion, and this pleased her...

[Dictionary of the Khazars, Pavic, M.]