The angels' garments slip from their shoulders, pooling at their feet like discarded clouds. Their nudity is a testament to their purity, their bodies unmarred by the sins of the flesh. Yet, as they gaze upon each other, they feel a stirring, a hunger that transcends their divine nature. They come together, their bodies pressing close, skin against skin. The touch ignites a fire within them, a passion that burns brighter than any star. They explore each other, their fingers tracing the lines of muscle, the softness of skin. Their bodies move in rhythm, a dance of desire that defies their heavenly origins.