Shifting Gears

Speed is power - it is a measure of how far man has come. From cart to car, to plane to rocket. We all want to go fast. We want to feel the wind through our hair. Watch the atmosphere warp from static to dynamic, and linear planes mesh into each other as they form new geometric lines until nature is no longer recognizable. 

As we evolve, so does the rate at which we can move. But no matter the technology that is built, and the engines that are manufactured, you are the only thing that will truly rattle my cage. When I'm with you I feel like I'm experiencing the meaning of intergalactic travel. When your skin touches mine, there is no man-made object that could make me feel the way you do. 

Faster and harder, pheromones exchange in a flurry of sweat and lust. Gears switch from third to fourth, Intensity increases, all motors are operational. Execution with precision. Continual momentum builds from one motion to the next, and amalgamates into a crescendo of passionate movement and unfathomable ecstasy. Unfiltered reaction is what makes this so pure. Inhibitions now irrelevant, as fourth turns to fifth, the lines begin to blur, and linear lines mesh into each other as our souls collide into something beautiful. 

Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti
Shunyata Ossewaarde by Kwabena Appiah-Nti