The Aftermath

Quiet nights.

Warm embrace,

Strength behind your arms.

Don't ever let go

Your hold on me,

Your touch on my skin.

The Aftermath,

The goosebumps

Have got me all chilled.

The stubble on your lips

Took me by surprise.

Yet, there lies the gentle and sweet
Slow-cooked pressure

Of a kiss.

The Aftermath

Has taken over my brain.

Replay button on loop,

As my daydreaming becomes chronic.

Two, three on my lips

The rest are imaginary.
What I will have to pay in the meantime

To feed this unearthed need

The Aftermath

Of your kiss…