Fireflies wink, golden sunset filtering through crimson petals.

He's as handsome as she was warned. The fire in him burning her across the meadow.

"He lets you free?" 

"Perhaps He learned his lesson with you," she replies.

His smile forfeits her resolve.

Insidious, he moves inside her. Carving out identity and replacing it with cock. He is sin, though he tastes of salvation. 

"More," she whimpers as he drives deep behind her, tongue along her spine.

"Come for me, angel."

She abides his symphonic coaxing as he fills her. 

And when he leaves, she follows, abandoning wings beside her typewriter.