And you stop thinking like a human, or rather you stop thinking and the power takes over.
That's when you're lost and you can see other worlds, parallel worlds, visions, dreams of passion. There is no touch of skin against skin, no flashes or images of lovers, no sounds but the rush of your ecstacy. You are dead and shaking with life, you do not exist, but you are full of power and the moment unfortunately passes and you are full of shit.
Or the power was real and not false and the beauty stays with you, gnawing at your veins pumping this goodness round your body, warmth rises from within, making you supple and energetic, the smell rising to your nostrils, like a nostalgic aphrodisiac and forcing you to look at where you were, where the divine smell came from, the sight of where such beauty could be found and instinct continues. To sleep encased in the softness of love desiring nothing, needing neither to drink nor eat, no movement will make you more comfortable than where you are, in a parallel world where no changes are needed, no work to toil over, no problems to solve, to sleep here would be wonderful.
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