The music plays, a bass-line pounds deep.
Lights flicker, our guiding glow.
Warm, soft, skin, skimming touch, with heavy rope, to bind and unwind you.
Musceles tighten, stress and release, balance, rising to the ring above.
I’m floating, falling, hovering, transcending pain and finding pieces of self.
And above it all is
love
safety
heat
passion
kink
comfort
levity
intensity
and a supreme belief in another being.
Intertwined and tied.
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