• The bass-toned air dove through the snips that littered his cuticles, running chills up his arms and raising every hair as it passed - the perfect contrast as her heated hands drifted dreamingly across his skin. The speakers thrashed and thumped: a verbatim mocking his throbbing chest and shaking his stomach until acids tingle his tongue[sils]. Strobes, terrorizing his senses, closed in with the barbarity of gunfire and blacked his sight from the hunted - foxtrotting through mists of body-heat and hormones condensed on her gleaming features.

    Biting the bullet brings more than gun-smoke, stinging his throat and straining his diaphragm to move after the first boom boom click of it exploring his gums and crumbling his teeth (ashes to ashes)

    rust breeds rust -
    contaminating his lips
    under her oiled grin.