Afterwards

The beds a mess when were finished and at rest, and I can just see the
post-fuck flush across your chest.
The tellys silent, the rooms lit only by the screen, and now were perfect
moulds with just our pulses in between.
Well Im not listening to what my mother said — what were doing inside my bed.
And Im not pretending this time youre someone else, but Im cleaning these
sheets all by myself.
Afterwards is best. you get up to get dressed — I think your pants are by the
door. I think tomorrow we might be sore.
Even in this light, your tits look white against the tanning, and I know were a couple now cause we went down the family planning.
It hit me in the waiting room waiting for you when you were getting what you
need.
But I cant help be a bit disappointed when you start to bleed.
Afterwards is best. you get up to get dressed — I think your pants are by the
door. I think we might be sore.