I can feel the needles get removed from my body, as I rise into the air.
The smell of her sheets fills my nostrils.
The scent makes me feel like I am drowning in chocolate.
I love it.
I hate that I love it.
I love a strong woman, but she is a bit much.
I hope I convinced her I am worth more alive.
The rise and fall of my chest deepens as I will my body to rise.
The fear of death driving me, the love of life calling me.
The moment she is in my head she will do me in like the humans in my rock life.
She can filter my thoughts, she has methods.
My upper body is raised.
Heela places her hand behind the back of my head, and my mouth is opened.
A liquid, much thicker than the nectar from before, is guided into my mouth.
It tastes so good I want to curse.
It doesn't stop my cadence, I breath through my nose.
