Shringaratilaka 1.43

1.43

nirākulā ratāv eṣā dravatīva priyāṅgake
ko'yaṃ kāsmi rataṃ kiṃ vā na vetti ca rasād yathā //
dhanyās tāḥ sakhi yoṣitaḥ priyatame sarvāṅga-lagne'pi yāḥ prāgalbhyaṃ prathayanti mohana-vidhāv ālambya dhairyaṃ mahat
asmākaṃ tu tadīya-pāṇi-kamale'py unmocayaty aṃśukaṃ ko'yaṃ kā vayam atra kiṃ nu surataṃ naiva smṛtir jāyate //

Unperturbed in love, she seems to melt into the limbs of her beloved, / and out of sheer rasa does not know who he is, who she is, or what lovemaking is:
'Blessed are those women, friend, who, even when the beloved clings to their whole body, / display boldness in the art of lovemaking, maintaining great composure. / For me, however, when his lotus-hand merely loosens my garment, / who he is, who I am, or what lovemaking is here—not even the memory remains.'