METONYMY OF LOVE
Ursula lay still in her mistress’s arms, her forehead against the beloved, maddening breast ~thank you Mr. DH Lawrence

The slipped disk of metonymy highlights the love in a way that my take on it counts. The closest guess is the things you do for love but they're too numerous, too surface skimming no matter how you try to express it. Portraying the lead in your own script using stream instead of rewrite at least puts you on this path. It's time warped by love and it's air cushioned for moment by moment impressions blanched from the ambiance. Those snakeskin Ugs don't fit the code here so cool baby comes clean, see?

Some reflexes never change and there's where that maddening breast thing arrives again. Either clinging to the seasoned impulses or more likely you can't improve on perfection. A tip from the masters and a toast to those masterful looking tips. .