Crave

Closing the door
I can taste the leftover
Honey residue
After three and a quarter hours
The physical begs for rest
While longing for more
My mind is in a state of confusion
Did we really just contort our bodies
Like that
I felt so good
Run some water
Splash my face
Open the medicine cabinet
Looking for a band aid
You had to be a biter
Finding some whipped cream
Why do you have it in here
And you said you were new to this
I should have known