Arab Strap

The beds a mess when were finished and at rest, and I can just see the post-fuck flush across your chest.
The tellys silent, the rooms lit only by the screen, and now were perfect moulds with just our pulses in between.
Well Im not listening to what my mother said - what were doing inside my bed.
And Im not pretending this time youre someone else, but Im cleaning these sheets all by myself.
Afterwards is best. you get up to get dressed - I think your pants are by the door. I think tomorrow we might be sore.