What power! Body on me, I walk away. Indecency, dirty his words tore me apart; my tongue is bleeding. What defense? I forget my senses, comfort myself in my ailments. And my eyes remember. He opened the doors. The king dishonors his queen. The cries of our two bodies... The legs are extended. An absence... My life was on hold. Its violence slowly erases me, destroys me and sets me down. The animal goes wild. My memories don't care. I endure the host and his hatred. The folds of our two bodies, dead. I try to come out of it, to love myself, to smile. Its joyful acid tendency offers me placid minutes. I turn once, twice: I take the rhythm he gives me. He thrusts with his hands; it allows heat to the still damaged abyss. He invokes. I whisper his death as much as mine right now. Yes... He's stealing from me. The lover indulges in his dreams and no more respite until the ultimate happiness of his humid smell on my skin. Then the foam of his effort is drunk by my mouth which he opens and forces. But the ephemeral possesses you. You make me cold, neutral... dead.