What It Feels Like To Be On Ecstasy
It is the peak of a mountain
Looking out onto the snow covered waves of rock
Inhaling the clean crisp air
As a single bald eagle soars above
It is the clear night sky uneffected by ambient light
Gazing at the billions of stars
Tracing constellations with an index finger
As a shooting star passes over head
It is a lover's embrace
Closely cuddled together in front of the warmth of a fire place on a bear skin rug
Tasting the fruit of passion
As a euphoric orgasm is reached
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