In the concaves of her body,
he melted into pools of sweat;
the smells of cigarettes and coffee.
It was the kiss
of them falling inside each other.
his hands on the small of her back,
her arms around his waist.
And she whimpered
at his hot breath on her cheek,
'I want you inside of me'
was the litany in her head.
around and around it went.
His hands shook as he unbuttoned her dress,
gazing at water rings left on tables;
the mental art of fucking.
They collapsed onto each other,
exhausted from their efforts.
their sweat mingled,
on the sheets.
on their lips.
on their hands as they lay together,
the white of snow pressed against,
the fading fog on the window.