It's a marvelous night for a moon dance

The breeze blew in from the great atlantic and the boardwalk was dead like an apocalyptic street.
He heard, from a distance, its coming.
When it got there, he was hardly surprised.
"You do have to cause a show, don't you fvamilla?" He said.
"And what host would bring her syre to an empty beach without at least a brief display of the talents he bestowed?" she said.
"You filthy bitch," He replied obstinately.
The moon glowed full behind the clouds and the stars also hid behind the gaseous giants.
"I'm helpless. The moon isn't out. Let's just get this over with, shall we?" he said.
"You? Powerless? Why you're only at half power you dirty dirty beast! Now give me what i want!"
She lunged at him, throwing him off the boardwalk and into the sand, their bodies becoming a ball of sand and then, of fur and sand; their ragged clothes becoming a tattered mess. When finally, two naked human-looking creatures walked through the surf, he said, "i really hate having sex."
"you're probably the only one," she said.
"not of our kind," He objected coyly.
"Have you met others?" she teased.
"No but..."
Just then, a police officer, on late night patrol (no doubt), spotted the couple. Being that they were naked, on the beach after hours, and alone; this policeman must have thought to himself he would be hailed a hero for the indecency he was about to halt in its evil tracks.
"As much as i hate this late night rousing, it does make me terribly hungry, You?" He smiled.
"I could eat," she laughed.
In a motion to quick for the human eye, and resembling a trail of black smoke all three disappeared.
The breeze blew in from the great atlantic and the boardwalk was dead like an apocalyptic street.