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Polite but with a vivid imagination and open to the senses. There is a zone where two becomes emotionally in sync: a zenith where the senses become interlocked and the two fuse. The flames lick and crackle and the electricity becomes so tense that it fuses and ignites. The intensity is so immense that all possibilities that could be are unleashed, a spontaneous combustion of the material and spiritual.
The lightning whips and cracks then fall the soothing rains that becalm, and tranquillity washes over them as they interlock in each other’s arms. Passion with no boundaries, once left unexplored, all possible pleasure that can be had bestowed unto the other and self — a unity of the spiritual: senses aligned seeking something divine.
One sees beauty, and it has the potential to unleash the fantastic: the synesthesia of all the senses: a perfect orchestration, to transport one to worlds locked within the realms of the imagination. And, so at midnight I walk through the swarm of fireflies.
