He enters the room like a king,
pulling towards a linen paradise.
Their lovemaking is like the parting of the sea.
Hot as the zenith.
Tiring as apathy.
Waves of ecstasy unfold like death
their bed engulfed by blood.
Disgusting as a pile of dust,
she is trembling like a child during first climax.
They rise like angels of judgment,
black as the wings of their fallen cousins,
as he enters the room like a king.
