A window; open to the night.
Contours towards a dark blue summer sky:
Two bodies; his with shoulders raised
and the head bent forwards,
The naked back is wet from sweat,
the hair, soaked against the forehead.
Her tongue catches a runnel
along his temple
and his breath is hot and heavy.
In his eyes: painful delight.
The pain comes from his soul
cause she doesnt love him - only his body.
Just as agreed.