Passion Face

I never struck myself as the type of man to stare at a corpse, but there was something about this one that gave me a sense of compassion; a sense of... Lust.

Maybe it was empathy. But I would not alter my view right now if I could. It was rare, and raw, this moment between myself and this stranger, deep scarlet, some sort of pull stronger than any I have ever experienced with anyone whose lips grazed mine.