Flying High

He glowed with a wet sheen as the two pulled apart. His body humming, sides heaving. He was high, but no longer was it just the gas's doing. When she turned to look at him he smiled, coming to stand beside her. His lips found were the blood trailed down her cheek, and he kissed it. The metallic scent filling his nostrils. The taste touching his lips. "We should do this more often." He hummed, savoring her for a moment longer. He too wondered if they had reached a new level of their relationship. Would things stay the same? Most likely not. How could they? How could he ever look at her and not remember this exquisite time within these caves?

He had never been with another. Never allowed himself the belief that anyone would want to be with him. But now those worries were gone. With her he could truly let everything go. The firelight danced in his eyes and he whispered. "You truly are perfect." he wanted to remain like this. Stay where he had no cares or worries. or reservation. It felt good to let go. To give in an have a little fun. But deep down he knew that on the morrow, he would be mortified by his actions. But who cared? It was so worth it.


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Roscorro

I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks.
I believe most people are good.

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