Until the next time

Still in the afterglow

She smiled, sighed, closed her eyes and remembered
every second of every hour of the night just passed.
She wouldn't shower, not today, perhaps not even tomorrow
instead she would wear him, inside and out
until the call of life forced her hand,
a hand that slid slowly down into an ever growing wetness.
She smiled, sighed, closed her eyes and remembered,
her hand his, her fingers him...

Author's Note

Not tried this genre before, as a bloke I'm far to "clumsy" :)