Spent (Adult)

I crave the pungent odor of your sex, so rough display'd, the sweat that drips from off your breasts as thoughts of hunger fade. Your lips so red and aggravated, pulsing with desire, your breath, exhausted from the fire, my manhood enervated. Spent. The zenith of desire extinguished by a kiss, we lie content, the aftermath, the pinnacle of bliss. 'Tis heav'n, the summit of our love, enshrined in dreams so rare, our fingers locked in evermore, I stroke your tawny hair!