AfterMath

You cling tight, desperate to breathe me,
to kiss my sweat, to lick my wounds,
squeeze my heart out one end or the other,
to absorb me full, leave me in ruins.

And in the heat of skin on skin,
in the passionate frenzy of two into one,
the rolling rapture of tingles and tortures,
brands me yours till after you come.

Then when it's quiet of the grunts and moans,
when it's still of the arching and rocking,
of petting, sweating, jamming and ramming,
I'm like a ship from a trip, finally docking.

When we fall and separate bodies apart,
through the sheets, another stream-lined path,
I take me back as mine again-
from the hands of men and wicked sin...

and crumble in the aftermath.