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The trace of lips across a quivering adam's apple, a single nip in the passion of the moment.
With whispers, breathy gasps and eyes closed half-aware in the heat of it all--
the feeling of lithe fingers in wiry hair was amplified tenfold, bringing a joined pulse skyrocketing.
Pulling away only for one to gaze at the other with the adoration of a religious devotee, and the other to shoot back one of insatiable praise-lust.
But at once the sever came, the cold breeze of a New York fall and the bitter chill of regret;
was that the end?
In blood, struggle, tears and an extinguished flame--
the trigger of this collapse was rooted in the same affections.
Smothering, obsessive, toxic.
He stared into the mirror and his reflection was dead in the lake.