He said his name was Travis

Under the light of an impending full moon........
Two metaphysically inclined souls meet, liberated by and spunky with alcohol in their bellies........BOL
In the space of time it takes to smoke a cigarette.....
Conversation ensues at lightening speed, almost as fast as angel speak with a few words received with all the subliminals, exuberantly exaggerated in characterizations and physical actings....every topic covered from how they both "talk to angels" and love to be naked under the trees....
Him: "Are you Heathen then?!" as he pulls up his hoodie to expose.....aw fuck....the tattoo of the word "heathen" across taught, dark skin over tight muscles and that "v" pointing down into his low hanging jeans......woa
"And can you read this one?" he asks as he throws back his hood (dear god, clear energy emanating from that face), he turns his head and points behind his ear...."No, you need to back away because all I can see is that I want to lick that ear".
"Ear wax? ew, no can you read it?"..."No, honestly I just want to suck on that earlobe right now".
His friend begins to drag him away, his smoke over with and eager to get back to the party as he walks backwards yelling again and again: "I would spend a night with you!". He gives the address, in case she wants to, too.He calls out her name, she waits a moment and calls out his..."She remembered my name!", he shouts.
She doesn't follow him. The address is a den of thieves and filled with strifeful relations.....she recognizes his friend as the one who had been casing a neighbor's property a couple days before, It's the place cops are called to frequently.
Instead she returns to her own apartment, relishing the state of breathlessness and craving tongue, tingling in her lower regions she got to embody for a moment......and on and off the next day, "psychically" smelling his energy visiting...though she'll probably never see him again.
We both like the word "delicious". ;)