Erich Maria Remarque. Decadence love (№ 197705)

And now my hands are trembling on Silken cloth, and something, perhaps an afterthought, hidden from the hot rush of blood, I don't know, something made me open my eyes. I saw a noble face, her eyes were closed. Around the wings of the nose, too, was trembling desire, mouth - the willingness to give, and still around the mouth - the corners of her mouth - lurk almost invisible smile - a smile that betrayed a triumph - a triumph!