Lovers Heat. Sweet sweat dripping slowrivulets between her breastssalty on my tonguehair tossed and wetskin moisttannedagainst my pale skinshe holds meI hold herwe boil but sufferenergy lapsingall that we have is nowand thenwe lovewe praywe playwe needwe trywe dowe smileexhausted we sleepbut still we are closeentwined contentthat's all that mattersnowpersistin the oldest ofceremonies. End.

Eating. He sees her body on the bedskin glistening from the window lightshadows beneath curvesdark hair halohis fingers touchbut not squeezeand travel at easeacross the divinityof nakednesshis lips they reachto kiss to tasteslowly without hastelightly. He feels with closed eyeseach inch without surprisehe has been here beforeeach time he wants morefrom her mouthto neck to breaststo thighsand finds those lips belowmoist so...

DREAMS.(or A two-minute wonder as he sips coffee and smokes a cigarette). And what did I dreamI dreamt of youof the words we would sayand the things we would doand the smiles we would smileand the sighs we would sigh. And what did I dream as Idreamt of youof the touch of your skinand the flavour of your lipsand the heat of your embraceand the feel of my fingers on your face. These dreams are so realas I think of youof the...