Edge

One the edge of...

I was dancing on the edge of something. Something that could only be between her and me. We were both in an altered mind state and feeling somewhat invincible, to the point of a blurred reality. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I did and I can't go back now.

I wouldn't have changed a thing anyway. That connection was so clear. No walls, no fears, and completely comfortable in our skin. It was what I needed and she needed and we took and we gave until we were full. And that was enough to define the existence of the moment. The moment where we let it all go and got lost in just the feeling.

Perfect.

I am this moment...