The candle burnt low
She lays still on the bed
In her after sex glow
I stand under the showerhead

Water stings where she bit
As she would convulse and moan
Screaming “Oh my god Ryan, holy shit!”
She gets this pleasure and I’m alone

Illuminated by candlelight
She stares up at me
Drying my skin this night
Her question, “Was it good baby?”

Moral dilemma, I must decide
“Great babe,” So we laid & I lied

12/03/2001

Posted on 12/03/2001
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