I feel almost transparent
In the afterglow of us banging.
You’ve seen me naked,
No makeup, no clothes
No nothing.
Kissed the gap
Between my legs
With dedication.
Everyone is walking around
All ordinary
And my skin is
Screaming our secret at them.
I internally jitter
Do they know what we do
When they’re not around.
I am spilling hot tea everywhere.
Byrnedends Poetry 