Discarded clothes and shoes strewn
About the bedroom landscape
barrettes and bracelets, souvenirs
From last night's escapade
An exquisite experience
Some sort of sex escape
I'm left sleeping among our
Sweet scent and sweat
The sheets a stew
Of our energy spent
The fact this bed acts
As an altar, no accident
Between saints and sinning
We serpentine
So far as spinning
However, no relenting
Without
An ounce
Of guilt
Nor repenting
Cracking cycles
And circles circumference
Satisfying senses
With consensual consumption
Co-Creating
The longed for disruption
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