I like to imagine myself
Tangled hair and bedsheets
Mouth slightly open
From moaning and screaming
Now trying to catch my breath
And calm my heartbeats escaping through my chest
Eyes closed feeling the ringing of my
Body after it’s explode
Oh and the sting and rawness
Of asking and pleading for more
Completely and utterly spent
Without an ounce of energy left
Unable to move or lift myself
From the position you’ve left me in
Slowly drifting fading into sleep
As your lips kiss my bare shoulder
And your fingertips caress my body
From my knees traveling up to my hips
And then stopping there
To lay next to me
Your body pressed
Gently against mine
As if I’m some delicate flower
And you didn’t just fuck my brains out

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