My eyes are blurry

But flesh, hungry

You wouldn't know

How I ache to have you

Beneath me, she texted

I know

For I ache just as much

For you

Your breasts plastered

On my thumping chest

Your tresses matted in sweat

And our brewed juices

Coated between our legs, he replied

Sigh, she messaged

Eventually, both slept

In their respective beds.

©LR