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“I let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,” the angel said in a low voice, and before Ruby could roll her eyes, he pressed on, voice steady, vehement. “I let him kiss me and at first I did not feel a thing, I thought myself incapable, but I should know by now that we redefine the impossible every day-we do, all four-and so slowly, slowly, I felt this borrowed flesh awaken beneath his touch, come alive beneath those heady lips until I felt as if I were on fire, but he licked cool my burning skin, he took me into his mouth and made me rise for him-lifted me up as I had once lifted him, remade him with my hands; and so too he put his hands on me, remade me, coated his fingers in myrrh and put his hand in the hole of the door, and I rose up to open to my beloved; I opened to my beloved, and he rose above me like a mountain, his arms like pillars of marble, his mouth most lovely; and we moved together, rocked like the shifting of the mountain, and together we were one, we knew each other fully and completely.”
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm most assuredly going to hell. LOL!
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm most assuredly going to hell. LOL!