Section III: Angels & Aliens
His unsteady stride violated the silence of the dark alley,
loud echoes of boot heels on concrete
enraged rats to freeze
his wake. The very night sabotaged his presence,
to haunt those who crossed his path.
A rippling curtain such as hers could not escape
notice, and as the wind blew, age in throat
a quick glance to assure he was alone,
climbed through the open pane,
confession of skill in every movement.
As his long legs cleared the jamb and he entered
room, slave to his need,
smiled. Guilt flickered its way
the rugged plains of his face.
Without noticing, she led him, at three a.m.,
her embrace, love vying with the lust within.
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