It was a deep dark energy. A pulse. Thick, heavy pulses; radiating between bodies. Magnetism, a primitive attraction. So carnal in nature, so rooted within the primal psyche.
The air was straining, the gap was treacherous to bridge and far too untamed.
Tension gathers until it touches the tip of the tongue, taste buds overloaded, it is a rich,
overwhelming taste, yet it left you quietly seeking more. Desire. The urges threaten to swallow you whole, teasing you with the threatening riptide that is this feeling.
Pulling against the rope dragging you in, struggling with the strangling grip, face only somewhat off-color,
eyes only rolling on occasion. You can take it.
Until you are overtaken by the mounting wave, swept away as it crashes upon you, drowning your senses…
oh but how you relish in its wake
It'***** or miss in these raging waters, you make it or you don't, and no one ever knows if you'll end up a floater like so many others.
Not until you're found bloated or bare *****, only then are they certain, and how condescending in the way they shake their heads and announce that they knew where, “you lied all along“