It's been a long dry spell without badsex, but my favorite writer has returned, and she's in fine form.

Michael was out of his mind with need, he required a climax of his own soon or he was convinced that he would die, exploding into a million pieces from the yearning and was afraid of meeting his maker sexually frustrated, so he asked, “Kita?”

Their concentration impenetrable as the friction created by the potent drive drove the couple up a steep cliff just to propel them to an abyss of pure bliss on the other side.

Nikita worried that even with this incredible experience she was incapable of remembering Michael at all. But in the end - who cared, wasn’t the lovemaking enough? Weren't the multiple orgasms sufficient? Wasn’t this the beginning of the rest of their lives?

Yes, the basis of any sound relationship - multiple orgasms.

Their concentration impenetrable

The only thing impenetrable, in this relationship. I am surprised their brains have not leaked out through their nostrils and lovingly congealed into a signle sapient glop.

...ew.

the friction created by the potent drive drove the couple up a steep cliff just to propel them to an abyss of pure bliss

Why, it's almost poetry.

If by "almost" you mean, that it, like poety, is comprised of words.

It could be Vogon poetry.

Oh, come on Debet, doesn't that drove/drive, cliff/abyss/bliss just sing in your ears?

Oh, so that's singing that I'm hearing? And here I though it was my brain trying to escape.

Screaming can sound like singing sometimes.

Hee!