The Aftermath

The aftermath of your sex,
Is when I think the most.
As I lay on your chest,
Tryna catch my breath,
Eyeing our reflections,
On the mirror facing us.
You enter my blood.
My veins.
Every time we f**k.
My heart beats faster,
Then slows.
Keep thinkin to myself “damn”,
Again you’ve rocked my world.
Put me on a high so natural.
Made me scream to the top of my lungs.
You sleep,
While I think.
About what we just did.
How you made me feel.
When can we do it again.
I come back to reality.
Stop thinking.
Look at you once more.
Then let our breaths be one in motion,
I sleep.
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