Strangers acquaint, announcing particularities. Thrills run across hungry nerves; pleasure mounts in rising expectations: First ruminating, next devouring, then coalescing into one complete whole.
Gently the wintry chill advances imperceptible to unschooled senses. Mirages of fullness fade while realization grows.
Ah, the tender vulnerability of intense gratification. Discovery of naivety’s betrayal is complete in the consumption of perfected death.
(Cold as mirrored glass, rebounding time, numbing fire.) An embodiment of suffocating pain, The paroxysm climaxes... waiting for release.
(Stretched, drained, quietly entertaining sympathy.) This sultry expansion - extended abeyance of joy - turns knowledge of fulfillment into hope that blends with the waters of insecurity.
(Moments of compression, burning sickness intensifying with each presentation, development of indeterminate expectations, vacillation between stimulating passion and alarm.)
A formidable moment charges toward the funambulist. Balance seems impossibly demanding.
Abruptly the event ends, time stops, breathing ceases …
The babe is held in loving arms - forgotten pain, dissolving woe. Her tender grace, alluring charms beget a great, supernal flow.