Insert Funky Bass Line

You're lost in the charm of a midnight ride, as I imagine your body as the chest where the ring resides. Truancy of care; hide ablaze and bare, not an inch of YOU is spared. A blank canvas, you let me paint whatever the ( ) I want. Mixed and swirled, I paint an absent world; makes your limbs unfurl. Soft kiss on the lips, a consummate eclipse. Exquisite depravity; got a feeling of anti-gravity. Space in its multitude has got no law governing me and you. Deep inside sounds like a funky bass line; got a perfect twang like two bodies intertwined. Staring number three right in the face, ubiquitous ecstasy has found its place.