I awoke

I awoke, feeling well rested in a small chamber, a cave, or a tent, or even a house, I could not distinctly remember the difference. I lay in a bed, or a quilt of some sort, possibly a sleeping bag or fur. The woman who lay beside me stirred slightly, shifting uneasily in her sleep, a small barely audible gasp escaping her supple lips. The lips fascinated me, and I focused upon them more than upon anything. Her lips seemed not only to be beautiful reaching appendages of her body and soul but also seemed a purpose, a reason. I noticed at this time that I too had lips, sticky and reaching, and felt an urge and desire to have contact between our two otherwise-empty souls. She awoke then, just as I had done earlier, to the first vision she had ever encountered the first thing she had ever attempted to decipher or to understand, and her body responded instinctually to mine. I felt certain then, but of only one thing. I was certain that our two entities had come into contact before; we made love, and it was not the first time that we had ever made love, whether making love is any real action or whether such an idea is even existent in the reality of realities irrelevant, for this idea and action was taking place in the reality of current and seemingly most recent experience, and, I was sure, having taken place before, though I knew not how many times, in the past. I did not, however, remember anything about the woman to whom I was now making passionate love, nor did I have any recollection of who she was, or, truth be told, any distinct or clear memories at all of ever having existed in this or any other reality previously. Her hair was a color unrecognizable and indiscernible, her scent best described as natural, slightly flowery, dripping of pheromones, her lips seemed soft, too soft to be human, although I find myself unable to recall how soft a human’s lips are supposed to be. As I continued to thrust into her, all animalistic passion and lust, an alarming thought occurred to me: I have no idea what I look like. At all. Luckily for me, another thought occurred and calmed my bubbling panic, that there seemed no reason for the occurring thought to alarm me at all and to go about my business accordingly, ignoring the thought until a later time when it could be properly handled. Her legs wrapped about my naked form, holding me tightly as I further explore, for, for all I could practically recall, the first time, the pleasure of coitus. I wonder if it is dangerous, or if it is benign, or if it is possibly even mind-expanding, beneficial, and positive, to inhale the vapours of certain plants as they burn and displace their souls into the atmosphere to rain down upon the earth and replenish its life , and yet another alarming thought occurred to me, brought upon by such a string of thinking, wondering, with no idea as to the true answer, what, how much, if anything, I actually knew. But I had little time to contemplate this alarming riddle as I felt the feminine form thrashing below me, muscles spasming and contracting, her legs keeping me close as she danced madly in horizontal throes and moaned loudly, almost as a squeal. I wondered, too, if I had the ability to speak.