Is that what rainbows were, the consummations of angels? Or perhaps it was the flashes of heat lightning, the cleansing touch of fresh rain in the spring. Who knew how the love of angels would manifest itself? She was dazzled by the possibilities.
I'm not entirely certain I knew what I expected or hoped for when I began reading this. I've not read much erotica over the years, supernatural or otherwise. It's a nice surprise to have a some poetic ideas to chew on though.