He sat between the sheets, reading the light between pages.

He focused in a room laden in shadows.

The pages crumpled in his hands, subjected to his fumbling.

Creasing at the corners under heavy breathing.

What now, where would it go from here.

She pressed flowers lightly in between her pages,
keeping them safely guarded with heavy ornaments.

Her smile now seeking an admirer of her promiscuity.

Shoulders bear no grudges but places to lean harder,
she muttered under her breath.

She left the room and stepped slowly foot under foot until she reached the end of the hallway.

Clenching her stomach she could feel the ridges of skin.

Eyes, ears, mouth larger than before and growing.