They held each other close, miniture quakes holding them in the midst of their intensity. An eternity passes, the seconds of the mmoment elongating into months upon months of euphoria. The after-shocks gripping them so tightly last an age, and she takes thaat era to think.
Here I lie, an angel holding me close, His wings enveloping me, His halo bathing me in this golden light. Is this really real?
She wonders on this for a moment, before noticing the thin smile spread across his face.
"Why are you smiling?" She asks him.
"You're glowing," His smile widens further. "Why?"
"Because, it feels like I made love to an angel tonight."
"An angel?" He laughs. "Well, an angel I may be, but I have the devil inside, and He wants to play..."
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