"When she woke him at dawn by lightly sweeping her nipples across his back, he sometimes forgot who he was."
The above is a quote from the novel Good Benito by Alan Lightman.
When I read that line for the first time many years ago I had to pause for a moment because I could feel my brain expanding with awe. Reading it now makes me nearly tear up at the beauty of words, the sensuality of the setting and characters, the subtle yet overflowing passion.
Every time I read this sentence I have a tiny visceral meltdown, and it is absolutely wonderful.