69 Rendezvous

It really didn't take much;
I barely even made touch.

In just under a minute,
A release oozed out like spit.

The 69 rendezvous,
As if it had been time, flew.

And now, I hit the showers,
Washing for the next hour.

With the body now pristine,
My new clothes were just as clean.

After, I changed the covers;
It had marks from my lover.

Then, I drifted off to bed,
Where there once was double-head.