Afterwards

Lips brush
eyes wide open
wet pressure building
tongues at war with each other
looking for grace in the abandon of desire
a caress of fingertips across bruised flesh
these impermanent reminders
marking you as mine
each pain a faint echo
pleasures remembered on the end of a lash
the sweet nectar of your voice
and the sweeter gift
of your submission

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