The angel sat on the mantel looking down on the couple fucking with a deep envy.  Moans of pleasure and deep breaths of passion filled the room and washed over the unwillingly celibate divine being. With no genitalia to speak of, the perched angel could only feel the pangs of lust in his chest. Anger, a feeling not unknown to his kind, filled between the gaps of envy within him.  A luminous light filled the room, startling the couple into stilling their movements and looking toward the mantel where the angel appeared- furious red hot hands pointed at them.

Lillie McFerrin Writes