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The first drops onto his chest make him shudder. His toes curl and his jaw clenches as the feeling spreads throughout his body. The drops of sweat on his forehead finally make their way down his face, sliding past the corners of his eyes and pooling at the tip of his half-shaven chin. Still shuddering, he drags his finger tops from his waistline up to his chest, playing with the wetness on his chest. The untouched skin is still sticky with his sweat, but the rest of the skin becomes slick, and glistens in the harsh fluorescent lighting. The sudden spurt onto his body shocks him, but he cannot help but indulge in this hedonistic indulgence. It awakens him and relieves him of physical discomfort, bringing him immense pleasure as well. Closing his eyes again and letting the ecstasy wash over his entire body, he thanks God for a cold shower to escape the relentless summer sun.
Heaven
The cool ocean breeze ruffled his hair in every direction. He knew he should have used more hair spray; a sigh of regret escaped his lips. The setting sun painted a iridescent rainbow in the sky, and the sea returned the favor by reflecting crystalline fractals of light back towards the heavens. Maybe it was because he hadn't watched the sunset in a while, but he felt that today's was one of the most beautiful he'd ever seen.
On the stage in front of him, a goddess began her celestial crooning. She was an ethereal vision in pink, locked down to earth only by the clothes on her body, but even then, the very same breeze that assailed his hair caught her sheer drapings and breathed life into them, making them dance all around her. He closed his eyes, completely entranced.
But suddenly, he felt an arm around his waist, and his eyes shot open. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw an ice cream cone in front of his face.
A voice whispered in his ear, "They had your favorite, cookies and cream."
"We're in public, we can't be doing this, remember?" he whispered back, trying to wriggle out of the embrace.
"I don't care, and you shouldn't either" came the gravelly response, and the grip tightened.
He felt a torso fit perfectly into the crook of his back, a second arm around his waist, a head on his shoulder, and the slow sway to the rhythm.
He licked the dripping cone and closed his eyes, losing himself in the comfort of the embrace, the warmth of the setting sun, the sweetness of the ice cream, and rapture of the melody.
So, this is what heaven was like.