The Final Intercourse
He was delirious with exhaustion. His heart was beating wildly as he lay with his back kissing the dry grass, his hands outstretched beside his head and his legs held together as though in a vice. Despite the heat and noise, his mind was comfortably numb and was moving incoherently through absurd lanes of his mind. The sun was streaming mirages into his head - a bed cozily tucked below a dark, damp staircase, a garden surrounded by snow clad mountains, previous moments of intimacy that he had never found in his conscious memory…
She was lying atop and had the serene look of conquest in her eyes. She was panting and her nails were quietly caressing his bare chest drenched in sweat. Her legs were on his legs - perfectly superimposed – twitching now and then, seductively, through the shreds of his trousers. Her naked skin displayed the resplendent vigor of youth.
Their breath coincided in a swift, tired rhythm. His eyes were closed and hers were intensely awake. In the midst of the blistering sunlight and arid land, the two of them made a perfect picture of raving wildness and intolerable hunger.
At a hazy distance in the plains, she saw hyenas approaching. Without further delay, she dug her razor sharp incisors into his stomach and devoured his entrails. A strident wail melted in the vastness of the plains as her tail fondly stroked the spattered blood on his legs. Other lionesses and cubs had joined her and were nibbling at his toes and outstretched hands.