My fingers remember the curves of your body better than I remember my own reflection in the mirror. I know where your skin becomes thinner and more delicate, where your pulse beats faster, where one touch can break you and put you back together. I surrender to the moment with a grace born of this knowledge, and with a fire that ignites every time I see your eyes. We pass through pleasure as through a labyrinth — turn after turn, deeper and deeper, until we find the center where time stops and the air becomes too thick to breathe. Orgasm comes as an epiphany — you suddenly realize that all this time you were searching for exactly this: warmth, acceptance, loss of yourself in another person. Every cell of your body remembers that it is part of something greater. With me, you receive not merely a moment — you receive a path. And at the end of this path — me, waiting for you with open arms.