Because it feels so much like falling. 
A frightening descent into beautiful madness. 
And it scares... 
it terribly scares. 

One night to be confused,

one night to speed up truth.

We had a promise made,

four hands and then away.

Both under influence,

we had divine scent.

To know what to say,

mind is a razorblade.

To call for hands of above,

to lean on,

wouldn't be good enough.

For me, no.

One night of magic rush,

the start - a simple touch.

One night to push and scream,

and then relief.