Tired... Tipsy... Feelin Poetic

I was breathing in her mouth
When I came.
She likes to kiss while we fuck.
As a lonely man
I oblige.
Sweat running down my back
Stickiness isn’t sexy.
Like a volcano erupting and quickly settling
Like Mentos in Coke
Like BAM and the stain is gone.
There and back again,
A hobbit’s tale.
Like a rigor mortis after it happens,
Only one body-part of me relaxes.
She checks the clock, an annoyed coach,
Wondering if the team will ever win a game.
Deep brown eyes
Ruddy calves.
Appeal becomes irrelevant
when sex is raretanium.
It's not a third-person shooter,
It’s an MMO.
LF1M.

Note: David Bowie: "Life on Mars?"