Turn off the Lights

365 Days of Creativity

day ninety five

Fucking in the dark because you could be anyone. 

I could be anyone. Two anonymous animorphs moving 

in a twisted pile of lithe limbs and hot breathe. You are the

 Marquis de Sade. I am Madonna on the rocks. 

You are Gaia, I am Nikola Tesla. Our touch static. Ecstatic. 

Ecstatic addicts acting frantic in the deep sheets of each other's

 heat. Noiseless poise-less loyal-less coils; hot&high and never 

flickering only f u c k i n g f u c k i n g feeling love and hate

 and other things you can only feel when someone else is inside of 

you. Thrilling angry unfulfilling like killing things that don't 

want to die. Our sex like masturbation because

 in the dark you could be anyone. 

I could be anyone.