That post-*** lull
Leaves you feeling full
She brushes through your hair
Your thoughts about as heavy as air
She gently rubs your back
Her hands on some invisible track
She listens to your heartbeat
And smiles to you, so sweet
You lay there entangled
Her hair now mangled
Exhaustion sets in
And you know you can't win
You gaze into her eyes
You can't even rise
Instead you take her hand
She makes you feel grand