It launched fading fogs – her skeptical mind in a haze-filled dream. Stretching her loose lips to her ears, her eyes crinkled. He trailed the whitish powder with a paper stick – an abrupt arousal of paradise affirmed. A flash of drunk, filthy teeth.
His wounds were all forgotten; her words were all drowned.
“Come with me,” she said. Clasped hands – bare and unabashed – they walked to the single door separating the other side.
“What is it?” Both mouths bubbled with ecstasy of laughter.
An opened door – cold and empty space; stale and chaffed paint.
“Darling,” a sensual drawl. “This is us.”
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