The linguist

Making love to him was like hearing music in a thousand languages.
With every touch he described the beauty and intricate quality of her fragile garment.
His passion was so delicate it felt like it might last an eternity.
An eternity she could never be lost to.
Like a cycle of lace shawled around priceless china, he took hold of her needs in a number greater than any assignable quality of countable value.
He offered her body gifts so appropriate and necessary, it emphasised the total making of her being.
Providing something entirely new and astonishing with the subtlest suggestions of love held almost motionless with irremovable strength of feeling.
So she gifted him two hearts joined together, one representing the feelings of love she had, the other for his feelings of love he had, as a representation of infinity.