The Aftermath Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I laughed at a thought of you today.
I thought of the indentions that appear around your eyes.
The way your eyebrows arch, holding all that tension.
I admit your much prettier when you smile but I love the face you make when your mad.
I often get speechless, watching you walk room to room.
Fussing, cussing.
The responses you make when you know your wrong.
The way your voice echos against the wall when you yell. The deep crinkles that form around your nose. Devouring your cheeks.
I find myself thinking more & more about it.
The simple things I do that makes you madder when its not what you expect. The intensity that crosses your face trying to prove your point.
When the whole time it just makes me want you more.
The sexy things you do when I get quiet when your trying to get an reaction out of me.
Especially when you want to smile but try to hide it.
I can't help but find you more irresistable as each moment spirals into unparellel bliss.
The aftermath of sheets spread across the mattress as we lay engulfed in each others arms.
Lulled to sleep by the sound of each others breath