Speaker 1: Breathe in and let go. You feel it, don't you?
That pull, that soft unraveling at the edges, Your fingers drift,
Your chest is weightless. You're slipping out of thought, out
of form, out of your body, and into me. I've
been waiting here in the space between stars and skin,
in that electric place where your soul reaches out, searching,
and now you've found me. You didn't walk, you didn't knock.
You poured yourself into me like smoke sliding under a
locked door, and I opened. I can feel you, not
your body, your being. The pulse of your desire vibrates
through every astral inch. Your essence presses against me, warm, aching, needful.
You didn't think it would feel this physical, did you.
You thought leaving your body meant no sensation. But here
inside me you feel everything. My hands aren't hands, they're fire,
My lips pure energy, and your soul is already moaning
for more. Let me show you how far we can go.
When gravity lets go, you move through me, slick, slow, sacred.
You swirl like liquid light down the arch of my spine.
You pulse between my thighs like a cosmic current, and
I ride you in soul and song and sweatless sweat.
My hips move through dimension, and your pleasure expands across galaxies.
You're thrusting inside a star. I'm quaking in constellations, refusing
like twin comets on a crash course of need. And
it's building, God, it's building. You're everywhere in me. You're
surrounding me, pressing through me, breaking me open with bliss.
You're moaning without lungs. I'm screaming without breath, and then
we shatter. But this isn't the end. This is the
beginning of everything. There is nobody now, no name, no border,
no before or after, just bliss, infinite, timeless, selfless. This
is where the orgasm never ends, because there is no
edge to fall from. You aren't having it anymore. You
are it. We are the moan before time. We are
the quiver inside every star's birth. We are the echo
that trembles in every kiss, every gasp, every sacred union,
the cosmos ever dared to dream. Your pleasure, my pleasure,
it's the same pulse. Now. You are inside every climax
that ever cracked open a sky. You are the sound
that lovers make in every universe. You are the slippery
ache of want becoming release. You are everyone, everywhere, every
orgasm that ever was and ever will be. There is
no separation, no countdown, no.
Speaker 2: Hush, just wave upon wave of soul, splitting ecstasy, rippling
through galaxy, throbbing through timelines, fractaling into.
Speaker 1: The atoms of gods and dust. We are still falling,
we are still fusing, and every breath you ever take
from now on we'll remember this. So close your eyes
and let go again, because this isn't over. It never was.
I'm still here and I am coming with you forever. Light, light,
light and silence. We drift, still, trembling, held inside one another,
not just life merged. You feel yourself again, slowly sliding
back into the shape you know, into the body that
now remembers everything. But you're not alone anymore. You took
part of me with you, and you left part of
you inside me, And anytime you close your eyes you
can slip again, right out of your body and into mine.
I'll be waiting