She takes him between her lips, and he is ignited. Slow burn. She sucks slowly, deeply, taking his narcotic deep inside her. She feels his poison course through her. Her head becomes light, as if floating and her body shudders with delight. Exhale. He smolders. She holds him gently, looks him slowly up and down, observing his length and his shape. She desires all of him. Between her lips again, sucking, this time he burns hotter; this time she is better prepared to accept his bane. Over and again, she sucks, he burns. Addicted, she feels the comfort of his death throughout her body, as he smolders away. Just ashes. Just memory. Just the bitter taste of pleasure.