I am so _________ today.  I feel like my mind has been (mercifully??) sucked out and is spewing through a plasma-contrived conduit outward into space.  It leaves me, mindless, in a place called desire.  And I’m getting higher.

In a few hours, with particles of my detached consciousness dispersed above in Saturn-like rings around the planet, below I’ll become an animal craving, longing, yearning with only instincts for my guidance.  Passion will go autopilot.  Moons will howl at the wolf.  Allures of the most enticing sorts, self-unsuspecting and otherwise, will glide into a single focused fusion.  Distinctions of ‘in’ an ‘out’, ‘could’ and ‘can’t’, ‘must’ and ‘shan’t’ will dispel themselves as unneeded illusions.  Soon, no more wait.  And when that moment of ravishing rapture arrives, we’ll pounce, pulsate, and blend into the wild of each other.