Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.
The passage from "The Memoirs of Cleopatra" by Margaret George captures the raw and primal essence of lovemaking, contrasting it with the civilized aspects of human interaction. The author describes a moment where social niceties are overshadowed by a powerful instinct, as two lovers are consumed by passion. The act transcends words and thoughts, focusing solely on the intense physical experience that brings forth a profound connection, likened to a powerful...
