Let me tell you about the intense moment when romance meets perversion, affection becomes pornographic, flesh and spirit overcome their unbridgeable gaps, and the only way of gaining control is letting it all go...

Actually, no. Don’t let me tell you anything. Some things are better experienced than recounted. If you’ve been there, no need for me to explain anything. And if you haven’t, descriptions shouldn’t really make much sense. Overwhelmed by a desire you’d forgotten you possessed, leading you to alarmingly familiar places, chaining you to faces you never thought you’d set eyes on again.

Don’t ask me where it ends. Or why. Or how.
I suppose we’re all better off without that knowledge.