Sûrah CII
RIVALRY IN WORLDLY INCREASE
"Until ye come to the graves."

102
WEALTH FOR WEALTH'S SAKE

like his bachelor's scorecard, strikes him as offensive...

Prior misconduct reprehended by a fleeting introspection, Franchone jettisons that which fuses genitalia unreserved; a huge incursion of expectant, wriggling, ovum-seeking tadpoles are released—enkindling ardor unsurpassed in Zahra's womb, her haunches tilting to engulf him whole, engage his sweat-soaked abdomen, nestle flush against the concave muscles straining, tensile, firm. Like fitted spoons in profile, Zahra's hips, with Franchone's belly, cuddle, his erection still pronounced, her vestibule taut, their hearts in sync—that is their pulse concurrently slackens from its rapid-rate crescendo to a pace affording focus on conjoint, emphatic thumps, whereby confusing, his with hers, sustains identical illusions that the two have realigned to be as one.