Just to feel something she grasps a hair from his chest and forces it out.

Momentarily struck, his eyes spread gasping.

Lost in the darkness of her eyelids, she waits until he sleeps, again.

Her black nails play dead, hiding his reason for waking.

Listening to their synchronised intake, she holds her breath. She is nothing like him.

Gasping, she is spread, feeling something of his chest on hers.

Forcibly he grasps her hair. Twisting her around his fingers and fist.

Struck rhythmically, her teeth caress her lip.

Finding his skin hiding her sight, she waits for the wake.

Impatiently digging with flaked, black nails, she holds her breath. This is nothing like him.