Lying in bed
Picking out my sighs from its creases
Wrapping myself in the scent of our love making
Tugging at my mass of tangled hair
Lips bitten and bruised by your intensity
My fevered gaze scans the debris of passion around me
Discarded with carefully constructed carelessness
My skin paler in contrast to where you marked me as your own
Gulping some water To soothe my parched throat
My voice tired of requesting intimacies that you gladly obliged me with.
Sleep in this afterglow is riddled with replays. And I surrender to them.
(here is a recitation of the lines by me: https://soundcloud.com/tanzila/afterglow)