There are many forms of need, the need for food, water, shelter, companionship. Essences of living that creates life.
This slave is not speaking of thoes needs. She is speaking of the need that drives humanity to survive and continue thriving.
This slave speaks of lust, but not just lust, a need so strong that it consumes all thought, all inhibitions are suddenly gone. You don't care who sees or hears, who joins.
Like a party where all the faces blur, shoulders bump you but you continue to lose yourself to swaying heat of bodies against eachother. All you want is to dance.
The day this slave took shrooms she was consumed with this need. It was like a dream. her soul was bursting and she needed the touch of another to cool her feverish skin. She felt every stroke, every touch in tandem with her heartbeat.
A dream where the world rocked and swayed, where there was nothing but overwhelming pleasure. As this slave walked the in-between of reality and fantasy is was like floating in spiced cider. Hot and smooth down my throat.
She flew through space looking for the ground where it could not be found. That's OK, this slave will soar close to the sun and feel the wax on her back as her wings melt.
As this slave reentered the atmosphere and felt the ground kiss her feet; the pleasure dimming to a low hum, as she settles on a bed of daisys she continues to absorb the life force all around her.
A trip completed and nirvana reached.
-Pandaish
