Fornever

They exchange a glance. Bed sheets falling on the floor. Finally she speaks; “You know the devil doesn’t mind much, but I’m beginning to feel as if this could make my heart beat.” She turns and launches herself into the arms of a stutter stepped lover.
“You’re such a gorgeous waste of time. A pretty lush. A safe haven for ships lost at sea. I’m supposed to be on call at the murder scene, but I’d rather pull the trigger this time.”
He counts her freckles as she drifts off to sleep. Tracing love lines down the small of her back. He takes a breath trying not to let the words escape. In the morning, everything will be back as it was. There is no love lost between the sheets.