Afterwards

And afterwards: there's sweat, laughter and kisses;
His forehead pressed against her lower back,
While loving fingers trail her skin, she misses
The feelings of that roughness of attack
And thrusts as he took her some time before;
The closeness of their contact made them one,
While she absorbed him on that wooden floor,
And fucked back as he filled her cunt with come;
And now she reaches back and feels the swell
Of his tumescence, damp with her desire,
For, though the night is dark, she can still tell
How burning hot his eyes are: feel the fire
In every word he speaks, as he dismisses
Her afterwards: the sweat, laughter and kisses.