Awake Afterwards

Oppressed by constraint and humidity
the room was wrought with the reek of echoing groans
sheets tangled at the foot of the bed
a frustrated pile of laundry.
Outside the dull sodium street light was just enough
to give the room a sorry glow.
And I watched
a bead of sweat track down a mound of her flesh as it slowly rose and fell
in blissful sleep.
It came to rest in a depression of her body that was simply perfect.
And all I wanted to be was a bug-sized man
walking across the desert of her skin to reach that oasis
that perfect semi-sphere of moisture
to leap into it, bathe in it, quench my eternal thirst with it.                              
And then I was dazzled by all the other pools of perspiration that dappled her chest
and I though
what better way to die of exhaustion  then to try and visit each and every one of them.
Oh, she was that beautiful.
And I truly wanted to know her name.