She taunts him with words softly whispered when no one is
near. Apartment nomads come and go
washing sins away one quarter at a time offering only brief windows, moments of
passion, between them. She likes this
game as they hover, together, protecting what’s theirs. She plays naughty with nothing for him to do
but crave. She laughs as the room
empties knowing he will pounce. Ready
for his desire to crash into her she meets him halfway. Her moans of wantonness are drowned by the
rumble of machines. They separate still
hungry when the door opens yet again.
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