A former love, a dragon slayed. (no title yet)

He never thought fire could feel so good. It shouldn’t, but it does. From the first sniff to the last, it feels like a fiery whole body orgasm and he likes it. It starts up in his head. There is surely a medical term for the anatomy, but it doesn’t matter, it’s his head. An explosion that coats the entire surface of his brain in ecstasy, it drips and manipulates its way into every nook and cranny of brain matter. It could stop, it could be enough, but of course it doesn’t and it isn’t, it never is. The liquid ecstasy then drips down his nose to the back of his throat. You would expect it to taste horrible, but it doesn’t, it tastes better than anything he’s tasted his entire life. The drip moves down his throat, coating and soothing, coating and, soothing all the way to his heart. His heart used to beat strong and steady, but now it quivers in anticipation of what’s to come. His heart ache’s not for love of a person, but for love of a thing, this thing, his infatuation, his one true love. The pace quickens, gradually until he can feel every beat vibrate against his ribs. It should feel horrible, it should feel awful and painful but it doesn’t. It feels amazing. Every beat of his heart causes his blood to surge, to warm, and as it warms; his blood is flushed throughout his body, bringing with it the heat and the euphoria. It’s all over his body now, every cell is on fire and it feels good, better than good, he feels as if he’s floating. It’s not going to last long and he knows this, so he enjoys it while he can. He smiles, not because he’s happy, but because he can’t help it. Ten minutes ago he wasn’t smiling, and ten minutes from now he won’t be, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is right here right now in this moment, this second. This is why he is here, he truly believes that this is the reason he was created. Not to find love, fulfillment or satisfaction, but to find his chemical love and dance with it for the rest of his life. A sad existence.