Our personalities dissolve in an ocean of slow sex. Wave after wave touches our bodies, diamond dendrites reaching for more, for more. There is a throbbing of our separate bodies opening and closing their sacred lust, nerves reaching to each other, probing deeper and deeper. We are gods on Mount Olympus in great sunfilled fields, rolling and tumbling, laughing our delight. We are the earth itself, primeval earth with great waters swirling its surface.
Volcanoes rise, orgasm, and fall.
We are the galaxy moving a million miles a minute in its great rotation. We are Sajit and Betty copulating on a shabby rug transformed to a flying carpet in an old apartment in the Fillmore of San Francisco. It is all happening at once, great swells of golden time encapsulating the multiple nuclei of now. The stars literally burst. The veils between realities fragment, and there is only one, only the great explosion of eternal becoming.