
The heat slows As rain drips down Pooling between your legs. The sun on the horizon As evening rises And the cool sets in. Our frantic dash And mad embrace Is over as we lay. A crisp note in the air See the chill within your eyes My lips remain closed as do my eyes. Fall starts

Sometimes that after is just mmm, sometimes it’s meh, and sometimes it’s just ffs. No matter how it ends it’s poetry. That is if you read After All is Said. Explore the spectrum that happens after the sex is done.
Too soon for a fall poem? Nah… lol Enjoy!
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