One drop.
Within the universe of that drop, the nerve ending of every nerve ending of every nerve. It slid, thick and oily, upon its random path, lighting small fires as it went, until it fell, releasing the hurricane that blew her arms and legs like flags in a storm. And, into the storm he swooped, wrapping her sinews about his wings, drawing her out into a pulsating stream of plasm that fell, in one golden drop, upon his screaming lips.
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