her cracked heels bleed a crisscross pattern reflecting the worn expression hardened by mans obsession love payments by the hour downplaying emotion as she overplays the drama - the ego boost - offered with every stroke his splintered hands fumble traversing the scars overlain with silk following an ancient rhythm swaying towards the summit - all the while his mind-play games demand his manhood be the first to reach the peak with both feet fixed in filth she empties her mouth to send his seed spilling into the mix of yesterdays primordial soup and spit that swells and spirals in the gutter - damning it forever to the underground as she fights hard to forget - the scent that leaves her tongue lacking for taste