Ripped from the waist, tossed in a corner.
clothes are useless in this game.
And we play.
It is a feast of flesh and she is famished.
She roars and rolls around the covers and in between their legs.
It is a play and we are star performers at what we do best
We love and we feel and we breathe as one tonight.
but this full feeling will not last long
We will crave more.
We will crave less.
This game, undressed.