'I woke up'

I woke up, gasping, panting, refusing to let go of the images, the images escaping me. I fall back, willing myself back to that ephemeral visage of pleasure and ache. I close my eyes and force myself to relax and blessedly I reach out to touch the edges of that wondrous place again.

The images forsake me, I cry out in protest, but the memory of sweet invasion … the memory of it tantalized me. The shards of pleasure pain still racked through me, and I quiver in its intensity. A silent refrain repeats itself in my mind –

O God, O God …