On a velvet night, when man enters woman

On a velvet night, when man enters woman, like a wave kissing the shore with repeated desire, and the woman opens her mouth like a flower revealing its petals at dawn, her teeth shine like stars that form the alphabet of the sky, and the Logos, like an alchemist of dreams, milks a star of cosmic milk, while the man, deep within the woman, ties a knot of infinity, promising that they will never be two separate destinies again, and the woman transforms into a flower swallowing light, for the Logos, like a sculptor of destiny, unleashes their inner rivers. These two, with their hunger for boundlessness, seek to penetrate the mystery hidden behind the divine curtain, and for a fleeting moment, they touch the edge of eternity, but God, in His enigmatic and vast play, unties their knot, to let love flow again, free. Like a torrent of thoughts rolling through the universe, the stream of consciousness carries us on the wings of unfulfilled desires, where the sky merges with the earth in an eternal embrace, and every touch becomes a verse of an unwritten poem, where their kiss is a portal to unseen worlds, and their love a silent symphony that fills the void with harmony, where their souls dance on the edge of time, blending into a cosmic embrace that defies the ephemeral, until the invisible hands of fate separate them like a dissipated cloud, in the endless ocean of memory and forgetfulness, where love, like a hidden river, continues to flow beneath eternal skies.