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Her scent is honeysuckle, brown butter, salt air. Morning dew and favored sweat. She is an entire world, stepping out of the cab and into the night with confusion lining her sweet young face. He smiles when he sees her. The second he sees her. Feels his lips spread over his sharp teeth and swallows another lungful of her scent.
there
He just knows that heaven is between his girl’s legs and if he does this right they’ll find it in each other until the sun falls from the sky.
Only thing that could make him believe in God is the thought that someone carved her.
It’s what love tastes like.
She feels like his touch completes a part of her that dreams built.
Just the perfect iridescence of watching someone love her.
“God, that woman’s cunt is like honey wine, fresh blood, and sunlight.”
He’s home, and he’s here, and she can’t be carrying his baby because that might be the one thing she’d kill for.
Hell doesn’t scare him and heaven is sitting in his lap right now.
She thinks, even cursed, that she is the luckiest woman to ever live.
She sleeps with him inside of her. Only an hour at a stretch because when one of them wakes up, they start again. By the time the sun rises, she’s covered in cuts from the rocks and the weeds and his mouth and she’s convinced he is born of both the earth and the ocean, and that he’s never been human, and that she hasn’t either.
This is her soul. This is the only thing she had before him.
Ecstasy pours like a broken dam from the base of his neck all through his spine and out his cock. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt, some sacredness he can’t define. Something like salvation. His hands shake with reverence, one braced on the floor and the other on her neck.
There is no devil. No highest power. Just animals wanting and needing and not knowing what to call something.
viscera
It sunk in his mind last night when he held Sadie in his arms. It has weight like river stones, a deep bass like a heartbeat, and it’s centered somewhere on the lower rungs of his spine.
They weren’t puzzle pieces. They were waves and a shoreline. Longing to touch one another. Never so distant that the sand forgot what ran towards and away from it.
