Darkness, A Curse, Primitive man.
Lips crashing down, urgency, desperation, want.
Not like this, he chokes out, but her skin and smell arouse desires once buried deep.
Suddenly, blackness, confusion, but more than that... need, desperate need.
Use me, He says. Ok, Janet replies.
The fog begins to lift.
Sir, she says.
I was concerned, he says smirking, their own private joke, as they walk back towards the Land of the Light.
Today, they return to their world, to suppressing their true feelings and burying them deep once again.