Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's sensual ecstasy.
By W H Auden from Lay your sleeping head, my love
Have you ever tried reading love poems to yourself? I have a little notebook in which I have copied some poems of love that awaken in me the sleeping cherubs of love! Something so nurturing and sensual at the same time as love surely is.
How loving it is to allow the fragrance of love's perfume to float through body and soul. How important it is to learn how to do this in order to do it for another when such time arrives. How marvelous to explore the boundlessness of body and soul as you lie upon love's 'tolerant enchanted slope'!