I'd rather be a comma

Coldplay vs AC/DC Thunderstruck is a no limits waterfall

I’d rather be a comma than a full stop. - Coldplay

If you remember anything… remember that.

In the half-light she emerged.  Piercing eyes shot through the night with the power of ten thousand midnight suns.  The noise of the world deafened by her silent seduction.  Her sauntered step in perfect rhythm with the primal beat of the earth.  Calling, beckoning me to join, to dissolve as I allow myself to enter the primal flow of the molten heat churning beneath our feet.  Like the moon, she silently began to circle me; calling my passions to follow her movements in a perpetual high tide.

I approached in steps simpatico.  The diminutive steps she took back acted as little more than a feigned retreat.  A retrograde that only caused the lava simmering beneath to begin to churn.  My hand reached out.  A moment before its touch I felt the simmering heat rising from her body.  The contact brought the pressure of her jaw pushing back as against mine.  Like a cat she had closed her eyes as she pressed herself against the touch. I leaned in.  By the time she had opened her eyes my lips were almost in contact with hers.  As our lips met the ground opened beneath us.  We were caught in the eruption of the primal molten flow.  Caught in the deluge of the waterfall of passion kisses became voracious.  Touches became animal as the fictions of the world had made the two desperate for truth. 

I pulled her into me.  Longing to feel the softness of her press against mine.  Her form, so firm yet tinder.  The walking contradiction that cried out to him.  Her hands were just as desperate to pull me into her.  The world may have continued outside of the sanctum, but all that was outside of the other did not matter.  To loose oneself into the simple binary of the two.  For now that is all that matters.

For now that is all.

If you remember anything… remember that.