There is no time for foreplay or niceties.

They come together maybe two or three times a week, tearing clothes and biting mouths and fast.

He always needs a little time to recover between.

Sometimes he craves her more than that and she keeps a careful distance away from him when this happens, because she knows.

She knows that in the darkness and whispered words and pleasure they find, there is a darker edge. It is something she fears and apparently, something he needs.

Has been needing, all his life.

Within her embrace he finds oblivion.

Oblivion’s name is Marie.