An Afterglow Sonnet

A piquant squeeze on the exit wound. Mmmmmmm.
But the cheshire breaths slow, the moment strays.
The candy grin floats off into a room
as dark as a lover's face turned away.

Then rudely, an inner tasklist reasserts,
and urges once assigned an urgency meant
for vibrating missed appointment alerts
when he took "aaahhh, that's so...nice...," for consent,

seem enfabled now as daydreams at night.
Qualms cop their feel, questions itch and adhere
onto chafes and an inner mom invites
herself, blurting "just what's going on in here!?"

"Go away," she whimpers aloud and slumps
back onto lover and other mattress lumps.