I still feel the heat of the bed, the fire before sleep, so beautiful in its act, yet always laced with a delicious guilt to follow. You sleep, spent, swept away by the wave of your orgasms. Have I laid you out? Have I thrown you into this sleep to rest? I love you as you lay, lain. I watch you as you breathe, relish your mortality; the imposition of your body next to me. I'm spent along with you, but I feel the joy of endorphins, watching you as the sweat on our bodies evaporates and the coldness of the night settles on us. I kiss your cold, naked shoulder. Soon I will fumble for the blankets and pull them over us but for now we are warm and the coolness of the approaching night brings us to the balance that comes with sleep.
Wednesday, 5 July 2023
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