The corner room where a bed quite wouldn’t fit
Or an empty closet
Sealed into an impenetrable dark, after leaving our doubts in a pile outside
Dead air and no whispers aloud (or the game is void)
Just a little sweat to dress our bodies – we map each other’s shape
Weaved together in search of light
Between our legs and in our mouths
Cocks, cunts, arseholes, fingers, toes, clits, tongues and beautiful smiles
Until we become, together, a soup of cum
For we’ve given it all up to be allowed everything