Feeling returned with an aching, endless temporality.
She slowly looked down at her breasts,
small and puffy, a viscous milky drop
gently caressing the skin on its journey
toward the centre of gravity.
Face devoid of expression, she surveyed the space,
head swinging to-and-fro,
as a toy let bounce on an elastic string.
Then the juices began to flow,
lacrimation giving way to a steady stream of drool,
from the corners of her mouth,
her body jerking to a steady rhythm.
Chromatic differentiation returned,
and the shadow in front of her resovled into a humanoid form,
and with it came somatic sensory input,
and nociception,
as a fire exploded deep within her groin,
sending her back arching
with an involuntary immediate response.
She vociferated an incoherent selection of syllables,
a conveyance of meaning
lost on any observers.
The internal fire continued to consume,
coursing with infinite grace rostrally up the torso,
disabling voluntary control of her limbs,
which remained locked
in their own unique ritual configuration.
A thickly corded white rope was suddenly u'neath her feet,
and upon it she traipsed, parallelling the eternal joy/pain street,
till she fell,
tumbling amidst unspeakable sensation,
and returning to the surface,
breathing deeply of the oxygen depleted air,
a memory of who she was and of her identity
beginning to reshape...
Feeling returned with an aching, endless temporality.
