One Hundred Years of Solitude

sight of the splendid breasts
with their brown nipples. He
kept on examining her,
discovering the miracle of her
intimacy inch by inch, and he
felt his skin tingle as he
contemplated the way her
skin tingled when it touched
the water. Ever since he was a
small child he had the custom
of leaving his hammock and
waking up in Amarantas bed,
because contact with her was
a way of overcoming his fear