They lurch in the wake of early morning traffic
nights spent with backs to disused cardboard that once protected stoves and combustion heaters.

She's unprotected, legs skyward, sex bared for all the world to see
and there is no world beneath this mausoleum of a carpark
there is no world in her mind
and he belabours away fully protected
all seven inches of the hardest man can get.

She'd like to dream some enjoyment but business is booming
away in her veins
away in her loins
away on the stench in his breath
through the clenched teeth
as if this is an act of terror or hate come to roost
because it was just too easy.