The fire burning in her veins at that moment was like a sweet symphony of liquid heat that soothed and sang with each breath, flowing quickly with each movement as she quickly dismounted from the lamppost, rolling to the ground as she then sprang up, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she remained there, listening to the claps and hoots of those that had been watching.
She was ready to go again, but she was also looking up to see her boyfriend shaking his head at her as he looked down.
“You okay?” he called down.
“Come on down!” she called up to him, smiling as he waved her off. He wouldn’t do it, he didn’t have the same kind of strength that she did, but he could do other moves that she wasn’t adept at. When it came to sheer strength though she had him beat and it frustrated him to realize it. But he’d stuck around because what they had was a fun thing, even if it wasn’t quite love as far as she was concerned.
“You look like you’re pumped,” one of the people nearby said, “Are you wanting to go again?”
She only had to think about it for a moment before smiling as she replied, “Yep.”
(to be concluded)