No words are exchanged. A shadow and its cursed embrace. The way it moves and pushes into you. Hands clench and eyes close. The way its lips caress your neck and its arms pull you close.
A dance of candlelight on the walls. A constant flicker of movement. Silhouette of the beast, so alluring, we lose ourselves and it all falls apart. Shapes that haunt my dreams.
“This continues for many minutes, but seems slowed and drawn to hours in my head.”
Then, sharp breaths, inhale. With words doused in liquor you claim that this is love. Your intimacy has spoiled, like rot in the sun. A sudden thrust. A crying out, followed by cold silence. The night’s a blur and sweat stings the eyes; so hard to us for what we are... savages.
I fucking hate myself.
Now aware of stained sheets and cast off clothes, scattered about the room. Moonlight lends shape to the now motionless pair of bodies.
So close, but so alone. Why now? No words are exchanged.