Radha approaches and their love strains to its height.

  She looked at Krishna who desired only her, on him who for long
    wanted dalliance,
  Whose face with his pleasure was overwhelmed and who was possessed
    with desire
  After embracing her long and ardently, Krishna with his necklace of
    pearls
  Krishna like the Jumna in a mighty flood with its necklace of specks of
    foam.[59]

The cowgirls go and Krishna speaks to Radha.

  O woman with desire, place on this patch of flower-strewn floor your
    lotus foot,
  And let your foot through beauty win,
  To me who am the Lord of All, O be attached, now always yours. 
  O follow me, my little Radha.

  O lovely woman, give me now the nectar of your lips, infuse new life
    into this slave of yours, so dead,
  This slave, whose heart is placed in you, whose body burned in
    separation, this slave denied the pleasure of your love.

Radha yields and as the night passes they achieve height upon height of sexual bliss.

  Their love play grown great was very delightful, the love play where
    thrills were a hindrance to firm embraces,
  Where their helpless closing of eyes was a hindrance to longing looks
    at each other, and their secret talk to their drinking of each the
    other’s nectar of lips, and where the skill of their love was
    hindered by boundless delight.

  She loved as never before throughout the course of the conflict of love,
    to win, lying over his beautiful body, to triumph over her lover;
  And so through taking the active part her thighs grew lifeless, and
    languid her vine-like arms, and her heart beat fast, and her eyes
    grew heavy and closed.

  In the morning most wondrous, the heart of her lord was smitten with
    arrows of Love, arrows which went through his eyes,
  Arrows which were her nailed-scratched bosom, her reddened sleep-denied
    eyes, her crimson lips from a bath of kisses, her hair disarranged
    with the flowers awry, and her girdle all loose and slipping. 
  With hair knot loosened and stray locks waving, her cheeks perspiring,
    her glitter of lips impaired,
  And the necklace of pearls not appearing fair because of her jar-shaped
    breast being denuded,
  And her belt, her glittering girdle, dimmed in beauty,
  The happy one drank of the face where the lips were washed with the
    juice of his mouth,
  His mouth half open uttering amorous noises, vague and delirious, the
    rows of teeth in the breath of an indrawn sigh delightedly chattering. 
  Drank of the face of that deer-eyed woman whose body lay helpless,
    released of excessive delight, the thrilling delight of embraces.

When their passion is at last ended, Radha begs Krishna to help her with her toilet.