disenchanted nakedness

though

during

you may very well

let it all pass,

directly

afterwards,

you do your best to

forget the lies you had to tell

when all the clothes were off,

forget the fact that his c**k wasn’t

big enough, but “size doesn’t

matter,” forget the fact that her

a*s wasn’t tight enough

(at least not as tight as it looked in

those jeans) but you squeezed it, gripped

it & told her it was, forget the fact that

when she took off her bra, some

of her breasts went with it (still you

sucked her n*****s well, telling her that

she was beautiful & that they were the

“perfect size”), forget the fact that

they were plain out fake when you

thought they were real (and you told her

how you couldn’t even tell),

forget the fact that his gut hung out

(even though you rode him & it),

forget the fact that he sweat like a pig

& his body had hair in all the wrong

places (didn’t groom well but you licked

him all over anyway), forget the fact that

s/he didn’t moan the way you thought they

might, forget the fact that there wasn’t the

tenderness that you thought should have

been there, forget the fact that they had

dirt under their nails (must not have seen

it in the night, but you let them dig those

fingers in anyway), forget the fact that they

rushed the parts you like to take time with &

dragged out what you hate, forget the fact

that they sucked at kissing, forget that he

couldn’t last long, forget that she just laid

there, forget that they used language that

made it worse, forget that after they got off,

they didn’t give a s**t whether you did or

not & got up to put their clothes on to leave,

forget they didn’t cuddle, forget they didn’t

spoon, forget their scent as best you can, even

though it fills your bedroom.