Where the world ends.

It's 'that' look.

The moment, when everything stands still, when pure pleasure overrides everything and we are lost in the eternity of lust, of love, of pure unadulterated pleasure.

It's the eye roll, head falling back, soft moan escaping lips.

The moment of penetration.

When our primal selves connect into prehistory and submit to the urges of eros.

Whether it be hard, fast, quick, slow, gentle, rough, our bodies hark back to the ancient bonds.

It's that moment, where the world ends.