It is the feeling of being exposed fully that draws one in. Intimately, physically, mentally bare and in complete and utter danger of being devoured; ripped to shreds; smashed into a million quadrillion teeney tiny shards. Teetering over the dark abyss there's a moment of weightlessness when limbs wound tightly around anothers search for any unconnected surface of flesh to press against. Time stands still and offers a moment of protection. This is living in the moment. This is love.