Cadaver

The smell of burning flesh is intriguing. Enticing. Arousing.

The way the flames lick his body. A lick at the groin and he feels the heat on his neck. She watches, wide-eyed and paralyzed, watches the fingers move down, painfully slow as they roam her supple thighs, the heat of the fire matching the heat in her crotch. The room is ablaze, but this ritualistic fascination keeps them cold in their motions. Her skin is crawling, her skin is peeling, his senses are wired, his urge rising with the beat of her moan in every stroke.

Bodies join, and the heat rises a thousand degrees. The union breaks, and all energy is spent. Frigid breaths put the fire out, and the beat is never the same again.