Devon sat with DeeDee on a bench in Misty Park. Spooning is what their great grandparents called it. Gettin’ a lil sumpin-sumpin is what the kids called it.

As he nuzzled her neck Devon whispered, “They call this the twilight of the Gods. Do you know why?”

DeeDee shivered in delight as Devon found the right spot. Her breath came in gasps and she could barely ask, “why?”

“Because only the Gods could create such beauty at this time of the night; could create beauty in you. You are perfect. We are perfect together.”

DeeDee breathed her last in rapture.
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Lance’s 100 Word challenge this week is using the song Monkey Wash, Donkey Rinse by Warren Zevon. The above is my take from one of the lines that jumped out at me.

Your turn.