In the sweet, heavy exhaustion of spent lust
my head pillowed against your chest
your arm laid careless across my waist
the rush of your breath whispers your love
for a moment our bed is
the whole world
and I have nothing left to wish for
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WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS ON THE BED IN THAT PICTURE???
I don't know what is more disturbing to me: the thought that you might have actually had sex with your husband again, or thinking those are some sort of unpleasant torture devices.
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