'After' Is a Noun Because I Say So (Erotic Prose)

The branches of the big palm tree outside my window bending and crashing in the wind
are made more beautiful because you are in my life.

The pressure of your lips and the swirl of your tongue on mine send a thrill down my body
and through my limbs.

I am wet for you instantly.

When I seek the release of my own touch, it is your eyes that swim before mine, deep
and emotive and half wild. I come to those eyes – the feeling of those eyes – as strongly
as the feeling of that cock sliding deep inside me.

In the hazy after I lie with heavy lids and dream of you.