room when i sleep.
at least
a foot or two.
after we've
finished with our monkey love,
after the afterglow.
i need to roll
over and cool
off
and think about things,
but she doesn't understand
that.
she's stuck
to me like glue.
legs entwined,
arms
akimbo,
breathing heavily
into my neck where
her hair
is stuck
to my skin.
it's not that i don't love her,
i just need
a little room.
and then she whispers,
are you ready
to do it again?
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