The wind
The smell of ozone in the air.
She didn't feel like smiling
Or laughing.
And he
He was silent but aware.
Moments on top of
Moments of unrest
And missed satisfaction
Had a drumming song running
Down her spine
She kept her thighs together
And waited.
It wouldn't be day.
There wouldn't be sunlight
Streaming past shades.
There would be shadows on the walls
And firelight.
And women's voices
Directing shit.
He would bow.
Not because he was below her.
Kings bow to no one
But their queens.
She would open
And release control
Submit.
In love and in trust.
Drowned in decadence.
The woman would keep
Her eyes open
On him.
He would close his,
Shutting out the world
Focusing on her breathes
And beats.
Smoke on the water
Low sounds
Drums
And bass
Him and
Her
And love
In the dark.
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