Rage and skin

Rage and skin tingles at a million degrees. each pore breathing out a volcanic lust stench of desire, a dust cloud of screaming sex… Like the ground beneath a thunderstorm wiped before furious rain and bolts of pure unadulterated power the skin tingles, hairs tingle, the skin contracts, the entire body tingles in a thousand flashpoint lightning strikes of arousal. As skin against skin touches in a hesitant graze tectonic plates could shift and be ignored as eyes lock and passion flows. Like the volcano, like the earthquake, like all great cataclysms that shake the sky and shudder the earth. The air tingles and cities rise and cities fall in the moments that change the world. In the moments that sweep us along and let us lose time, let it stand still as if time was only relative. The air tingles and as skin touches skin in the passionate fray cities rise and cities fall, after all in the end everyone’s just a little death away from cataclysm.

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