The shallow breaths of pleasure shudder from us as if we are incapable or undeserving of wielding such a power.

An expansion elicited from intimacy, doors and windows splintered open by the maelstrom. A frightening sort of joy.

Chaos and clarity converge, pinched together in fleeting moments.

Not just naked but boneless and skinless in an avalanche, we eschew our defenses for a feeling just like the greatest victory.

We assign it a sanctity, we imbue it with divinity for nothing so monumental can only be made from what is within us. As if a greater power intervenes and gifts this delight.

We are only human but in these moments we are emboldened to forget

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