Spent Adult

I adore you, curled and satisfied, your beauty full displayed, the swell, the fullness of your breasts make thoughts of sadness fade. Your lips so red and aggravated, trembling with desire, your form exhausted from the fire, my manhood enervated. Spent, the zenith of our passion sealed and stricken with a kiss, we lie content, the aftermath, the pinnacle of bliss. 'Tis heav'n, the summit of our love, enshrined in dreams so rare, a promise made to order with a locket of your hair.