After the war
Sex toys strewn around the bed, red lace lingerie on the floor, remnants of the night, there's been a kinky war
Handcuffs still on the headboard where they held you down so tight, lubrication and butt plugs discarded from last night
A small bowl of water, last night it was cubes of ice, rubbed on your cliterus the feeling was cold but nice
Bed sheets crumpled, they're stained and still quite damp, the silk scarfs we used for blindfolds are laying across the bedside lamp
The assorted vibrators are now silent the batteries are now dead, on the floor are the pillows that once adorned the bed
The battlefield is now quite, there's no longer moans and sighs, but if you look in private places, bruises and bite marks show before your eyes
No one surrendered no quarter asked or given, the sexual war raged throughout the night, after the war we snuggled up together and I held you close and tight
THE KINKY POET