Spent

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We lay in that slippery, sweet, funky
After Sex Heaven
Sheets awry
Limbs entangled

Lazy tracing invisible hearts across my breast
Inhale/exhale, shallow pant
Wanton whispers into my neck
Finger tips stroke — tickle — graze the slick of your spine

Again we move in sync
Wet heat desire lifts — ebbs — lifts
Once, twice, oooh, oh not three

Finally spent, we slumber