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Short Story S1: P:5 - Ambrosia

     The touches were gentle, almost reverent among the throng of bodies around them. Like a spell had fallen upon them and them alone, their eyes caressed where their fingers could not. Chests heaved in shuddering breaths, skin prickled with extended senses and their mouths found one another as their hearts thundered with need. Nothing was forbidden in this place, the walls echoed with ecstasies that danced along the tight rope of the known world's taboos. Flesh thrummed against flesh, cries reverberated with one spiraling emotion after the next in an orchestra of undulated rhythms. Yet this was a step beyond even them.
     Their first taste of each other sparked like fireflies blossoming into existence in the veil of night. If they had not been so focused on one another, they would have seen the room shift around them. The canvases of flesh tones parted and swirled away to fade into a serenity of just them and a dark backdrop slowly being painted by their own colors. Fingers purchased into hips, breasts, backs and thighs with a desire to map their lines. Tongues brushed and lapped at the cocktails of flavors mixing from mouth, to skin, to sighs and moans. Each body curved and shifted against the other, caressing fine hairs along one another, building trails of sweat that kissed with each point of contact over and over. And as the void around them began to dance with droplets of their colored passion, they found a song even sirens could only faintly hear.
     So they flexed like the Eternals they were, their halos illuminating them in soft tendrils of golden waves as their bodies hummed the ever-longing tune. They arched and drew apart like rolling storm clouds consuming particles of matter and warping them with the paint of their actions, forming them into shapes denied only one thing. Finally, as they reached a crescendo, their breaths expelling from them in ragged departure, the Ambrosia of their want trailed down their thighs in hot release and gave life to the chaos they had created around them.
     The world burst into clarity and their hearts slowed to a tender rest as they wrapped around one another in a never ending cycle of yin and yang. Every flutter between them birthed a new being and they knew then and there Life would be their everlasting.
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