Frenzied Bodies

Stranger to the other a short while ago though not really, for they knew what they wanted, to use the other’s body, driven by heated loins directing them just where to go, shedding away inhibitions with but one path to follow; Beneath tangled sheets entwined, predators of the night, giving in to frenzied lust that they would not dare to fight, their feral moans the only sounds in that darkened room, slaves to blazing passions, caught in the eye of a storm; Grinding, rubbing, rising and falling in nonstop rhythm, insatiably hungry, pleading and demanding for more, impatient bodies, groping hands frantically searching, submitting to a greater power way beyond their control; Then comes the dawn and with it the faint rays of morn, exposing tired, spent flesh after the tempest has gone, sated after the wild ride, fully knowing what lay in store, unspeakable images reflecting what they have done; Amid the silhouettes they together painted on the wall, how easily the lusty, one-shot lovers got carried away, now the act is over revealing warts, blemishes and all, there is no hiding their shame in the clear light of day.