"I've never really thought to describe you as 'turgid' or 'silk-covered' either, so I guess there's a whole world of vocabulary that's beyond us." She shook her head as she lay the book down. "Can't say I feel left out in that one, either. If you ever said 'wet velvet pussy' to me I might choke or die or kick you in the shin." She leaned in and kissed him softly on the mouth. "Then again, I don't know that I'm verbal enough to come up with a word to do all this," she waved at his body, "justice. Maybe if I had to I'd resort to comparing you to fabric and swords and light posts."