Ivresse des sens

When touch turned into language.

Two bodies so lost in each other, they dissolve, blur, burn.
You can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

You know what we were.
You know how impossible it was to keep my hands from you, how even silence between us burned.

It wasn’t just your body.
Though your body was the spell.

It was the way we dissolved.
The way we stopped being two people and became something else, something nameless.

We could summon it at will. The quake, the surrender, the trembling that felt less like desire and more like revelation.

No one will ever know what it was like to be inside that fire but us.
No one will ever understand how it felt when time bent, when pleasure obeyed us, when our bodies refused separation.
 
It’s about the collapse of borders, the sacred delirium of becoming one.