Ruined by Murder Addicted to Love

The two lovers rose above their bodies and left the room. Beyond the city, the clouds, and the blue skies of Earth, they entered the cold, timeless black of space. Traveling on thought alone, they changed positions around the galaxy, noticing this planet and that, dipping through the rings of Saturn and playing amid the star-dusted pathways of the Milky Way.

She led him back to Earth, to a lake somewhere among the Andes Mountains of South America. There she played with him among colorful fishes darting about in the cold, oxygen-rich water. Later, feeling the light and warmth of the sun’s rays, they cooled under the powerful flow of an Argentinian waterfall that cascaded over them.

Able to permeate anything, they welcomed sunsets and snow showers, hurricanes, and tornadoes. They flew with flocks of geese and ran with wolves, antelope, wild horses and buffalo on different continents. They fashioned electric potential into lightning bolts and threw them at each other across storm-tossed skies. Laughing in silence, sated, and satisfied, they returned to their bodies and opened their eyes.

Almarón turned to Carmela and touched her face with his lips. He looked at her eyes, her cheeks and then her lips, which he  caught with his teeth and bit into softly, not breaking her skin, holding her trust suspended.

Carmela rolled toward him, anticipating what was to come. She lowered her head to his chest and listened as his heartbeat quickened whenever she touched him. She looked upward and welcomed his kiss.

And more.