Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls. |
Ecstasy is orchestrating the body, into a beautiful song, that sings the praises of the heart and soul. |
The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral. |
Sex means nothing - just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes. |
Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy. |