It Was That Good Poem by Brouce Mompremier

You open your eyes not knowing you blacked out, finding me on top of you clueless if you should shout.
Your vision is still blurry your voice temporally impaired, your body is num and the reason you’re still unaware.
Your heart rate slows and your fingers and toes now move, but yet you look uncertain not knowing what to do
You garb me and then kiss me and suddenly you realized, because of love making not sex you’ve cummed for the first time