We'll argue tonight but not for long he knows his touch can heal whats wrong. We'll get all hot a little less tight the last thing I'll remember will not be this fight For my passion will still encourage him till I am broken and bruised in love and confused Skin touching skin lips touching lips he will melt himself between my hips Then i'll be left there lying indulged and flying exhausted but, no longer crying -Charli
I tried to pick a line or two that I like more than the rest and ended up with 60% of the poem. Melting himself between you hips is a wonderful image and describing post-coital bliss as indulged and flying is fucking spot on. I really like this poem. As for the title, I'm not sure. You haven't had the fight yet, but know what is going to happen so maybe, Lustful Resignation. Anyway, thanks for the opportunity of reading, please keep posting. Peace, Aidan