Full of exhaustion and excitement
Innocent curiosity and new found wisdom.
When you are so exhausted
You just can't find the energy to stop.
You long to taste sweet sweat -
His or your's on his; it all means the same! -
The desires one would never dare form into words
You now whisper in his ear.
When you walk out into public
You're certain that everyone -
Even the children! -
Can see it on your hands.
They probably smell it,
Hear it's echoes still clinging to your skin.
Little signs of affection -
You notice scratches on your back -
Your battle wounds from the front lines of intimacy
It is your beautifully dirty little endulgence.
It is you and him in every way possible.
