Never Let Go

With childlike sentiment, she wrapped his Valentine's Day gift in shiny red foil. Creased with perfect imperfections, she reminisced thoughtfully on their fervid history. 

Kindred spirits engulfed in passionate flames, their untamed love affair had removed them from the stagnant world. Their minds mimed Pig Latin while balancing the North Star. Their determined embrace caused the Earth's crust to split wide with exacerbated emotion. Burning with delight, their mutual climax thrusted them into seductive Hell's perilous core. Shared wit stood with them, disburdened with light hearts. And tantalized by danger, they kept Liberation nearby. 

She loved him for his weakness, and he loved her for her sickness. Love perfected in chaos, they were sacrificed by Desire. Tied to a stake, she begged him to ignite her. And his voracious appetite for her salty skin made him Mad. The slightest brush against his flesh made her wet, and the texture of her tongue made him hard. They were addicted to Their scent. If possible, she would have shot him into her veins and licked his crimson blood with delight. And he would have raped her until she tore--he would have crawled deep inside of her. Their love was unique, in a dangerously lascivious way. 

She made the final touches to her boxed token of affection and placed it on his doorstep while pressing his bell. Watching in anticipation, she hid around the corner, as he opened the heavy door. He appeared to kneel in prayer, and he brought the box to his lap. Carefully he untied the velvet bow. He glanced around with Mystery, the look of hope-returned in his eyes. She leaned closer with Deliberation, as he tipped open the lid. And when he opened the box, just as his face twisted in fearful distortion and Horror, she turned to walk away. 

When she heard the box drop, a humbled smile warmed her rosy face. And all that she thought about is how difficult it had been to find a box sturdy enough to not only hold his wife's heart, but to do so without leaking her blood.