AfterGlow

After Glow

The smell of lust and sex
still lingers in the air,
and I lay here in
the midst of it all,
still reeling from
the aftershocks,
yet craving you
inside.
Still reliving
the eruptions
that fired
off eruptions,
the spiraling of your touch,
the feel of your hair in my
hand,
the cadence of your thrust.

My belly tightens
as it did when
dancing to your sway,
my legs still bear
the imprints of
your shoulders
where I
braced and embraced.
My breast are still marked
by the pearls I wore,
where they swung
and slapped
repeatedly
to the untamed
rhythm encased
within our
ecstasy.

My buttock is still
aroused from the
heat of your breath,
sex lips still
quivering
from the tongue
tattooing
from the stretch
of your crest.
My knees still burning
from where I crawled
to claim your prize,
the evidence of
our releasing
still lingers
on and
between
my thighs.
Damn these
thoughts
has me
masturbating
all the way
deep in my soul,
still reeling from
the aftershocks,
still caught
up in the
afterglow.

PassionsDaughter
©
2005