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Healthy raspberry scented flames burnedthrough the cathedral of his heart.They whipped out and reverberated downhis spinal chord where she had touched him.Her worshipping fingers were broughtto justice one by one.With each tentative tip toe of her fingertipsdown his spine, the flames grew hotter. Wilder.Eager to eat her hands. She had selected this fate,willing to let her fingerprints dissolve for the chanceto feel his heat. To pull him into her chestuntil they both stood in cinders.Passing from first to third degree in no time,they stood in bewildered silence except fortheir heaving breath. She would inhale,he would exhale, curling smoke easingback and forth in their dirty lungs.The sin to her was worth the taste.

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