Right before those moments of ecstasy, when you find yourself almost in a trance of passion… where you aren’t entirely sure who’s where or doing what or if they world is even still turning because all you can see and smell and feel and hold is real and is good and is about to unleash some sort of brilliant beast within you that you haven’t summoned in so long, you were sure it had long since left the premises.
And as that moment comes, you almost black out- you remember it all of course, but never with the appropriate amount of intensity fit to explain what just happened. And it feels like an out of body experience that you remember being there for… it is a trance. It is an experience. And it can be summoned. But when and how often and by whom?
I need it now.
You feel it coming- any moment now…. On the brink, right on the edge of something amazing…
"I make you come just to watch you leave." -All Time Low
Oh essay writing... so strikingly similar to unrelated things...
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