Dialogue

The process of twisting and turning and screaming at night, fast paced touch in body,
rhythmic manifestation in embrace. Euphoric revelation, sweet crime, risk of lust.
Undreamed sensations held as one by trust. I find myself in the depths of you;
I limit my imagination to keep safe my thoughts of you. As time passes we reach the highest
peak of divinity, not a fraction of timidity remains. Sensual movements trap my senses,
entering a pleasure constituted realm of enchanted nature. Mutual disposition allows the
passion to ascend, unrelenting emotions in accordance with dialogue's end.

"Sound Waves" Digital Painting by Jewel Martin