Iceland

She never should have let him come; her sense
Of regret burgeons now he's done - each spurt
Was shuddered in her cunt as a reward -
It's really not enough as recompense;
And she just feels a loss, when, with a curt
And grunted utterance, he won’t afford
Her closeness in the aftermath; moments
Like these are so important to her; hurt,
She’ll feel, will keep her sleepless; cum has poured
Into her sex; he sleeps and she resents
The wet patch he has left her; he can skirt
Responsibility, though he has scored
And, having hit the “net” with self-acclaim
Should not be snoring loudly, without shame