From P. Elifrits
The room was dimly lit by what looked like a lamp that had fallen on the floor between the bed and the wall.
However, that wouldn’t explain the lamp that was still there beside the bed on the sea foam green counter top
night stand, giving the idea of a cheap motel. The colors muted in the room muted to the point of making it
seem there would be no sounds either. Stark white sheets rumpled in strange places; like the side of the bed,
where it looks like someone had grasped a hold of it and a spot on the pillow where someone’s head might have
been. He lays there motionless grasping at her hips as if he is just along for the ride, trying to gain some
control of her. Grabbing his arms, holding them to the bed, she says without words that the control is hers and
she is in charge. Her body is arched, eyes are closed and her head is tilted back with her hair flowing down her
back. Still in her black bra, with one strap falling of her shoulder as if to say, “You show me yours and I will
show you mine.” Her face is a vision, as if she is dreaming and his….well, it is covered by a magazine ad from
BMW, the only true color in the room and it comes from the series 3, red, and luxury sedan. That’s right I am
describing an advertisement for a BMW car. Does sex really sell everything?
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