Who are we to crave so fully, to grasp too hard what must become ours. Desire or depravity, sensuality or salaciousness? How quickly we warp, two wicked souls, drawn by energy and excitement towards a point in time.
Did we simply fall together as if two leaves meeting mid-flight upon a whispered breeze? Or were we two stars, spinning together through the galaxy as we were inevitably and irrevocably drawn towards either our beginning or our doom?
The present dissolves the past as a hunger, a need, an urge drives forward the stream of consciousness. Lost in the lust of the lover.