You grabbed onto my love handles.
I make strange noises when I climax.
I'm always conscious of the faces I contort
so we fucked in the dark.
You almost called me baby,
but caught yourself.
There were a lot of half-cries caught in my throat.
Maybe I'll save them for the next one.
By the end of it I could feel the hairs on my legs prickle.
Razors be damned.
The used condom you tossed to the side
landed in the trash with luck, not aim.
We're sweaty and I will smell this for days.
Blowing you nearly gives me stomach aches.
We didn't have a playlist timed just right.
Thin walls- I bet the neighbours heard.
You pulled my hair too tight. I yelped.
That threw you. Our rhythm suffered.
We got back on track. Practice makes perfect.
Finally, sleep came. I didn't.
Sunlight hit my eyes.
A lazy weekend. No shower, no shower sex.
Who are we trying to impress.
You joke about taking photos.
I wonder what you would do if I told you to.
I wonder what I would do.