AFTER THE NIGHT

I left her, naked and alone
in the room, slumped upon her throne,  
with scent of our sex in the air,  
that comes from wettened pubic hair.  
  
She was my pub's brunette barmaid,  
well upholstered, figure displayed  
in mini dress. Her waist length mane  
made a long tail. Her name Elaine.  
   
When close time came I walked her home.  
so no drunks around her would roam.  
When she got home she offered me  
wash down for our drinks, a coffee.  
   
I could not keep my hands off her;  
my kisses and strokes made her purr.  
She'd told me that she was single.  
In minutes our limbs were a-mingle.  
   
It was a wild and debauched night  
that put all frustrations to flight.  
Opportune act of connection  
at point of well used erection.  
   
At end, clothes were everywhere  
except on our bodies left bare.  
So tired we were she sank on chair,  
I kipped brief on floor then and there.  
   
I dressed, slip into world outside  
after that alternating ride,  
and a wash south of the border  
and all my buttons back in order.  
   
I left, intended, on the floor  
the sheath I used when in her core,  
so when she chanced to wake she'd see  
I'd not left her in pregnancy.