It was Sex

it was sex
not making love
love wasn't part of it
it was sex
it was fucking
screwing
fornicating
me pushing
my cock
in and out
of her cunt
plain and simple.

we kissed
hard
many times;
bruised lips;
nipped tongues.

sucking
made
her nipples
sore
she made
mine sore
too.

scratches
on my back
hand prints
on her butt.

no stars in our eyes
heads didn’t spin
hearts didn’t flutter
stomachs didn’t flip.

my sweaty body
sliding
tight against hers;
her legs wrapped
around my hips;
my cock
in her cunt
thrusting
grinding.

it was panting
gasping
grunting;
hard
pounding
sex.

cumming
both of us
violently

when we finished
(we fucked twice)
once face-to-face;
once with me
driving into her
from behind;
i got up
dressed myself;
left her there
in the puddle
of our combined cum
soaking the sheets
of her bed.

i said bye;
she said goodbye
as she reached
for  the cup
of cold coffee
on the bedside table;
sipped;
took a bite
of a stale brownie
she found
next to the cup.

I smiled;
she ate the rest
of the brownie;
sipped the coffee;
then said,
"Tuesday?"