You expect a thrill from beauty.
Intelligence livens you.
Other senses explode inside you, pointing to a wider, wilder life.
Suddenly, unexpectedly you two alone. The eyes locked on your face and body. The hands that know you. Whenever you glance at them a tactile memory.
Myriad songs. Each opening you once more to the stab in the guts -- harshness, kindness.
What's lovemaking? What's desire?
The ache and its satisfaction. The remembrance of a smell. All sights, all sounds overshadowed by the other.
When we kiss, when we waken, when we sleep, when we breathe. Ourselves alone. You. Me.
Fire.
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