In this room; discrete and impersonal
I wonder what indecent breaths were taken?
Did he pull her hair?
Did her nails scrape his back?
Did she love it the way he did?
The curtains were closed, the door locked
They fucked like animals I am sure
I can hear the cries of her pleasure in the corners
After they collapsed in a finality only given in pleasure
They whisper and share a cigarette
His heart pumped fast,
Her breasts glistened with sweat
I can smell their desire in the sheets
That kind of thing you can never wash off
Did they love each other?
I don't care really,

because I am sure they didn't.

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