Walk Of Shame

There’s something about driving home after it’s done;
the smell of someone new on your clothes,
the taste of an unfamiliar tongue,
the sensitive spot on your neck, chaffed from his five o'clock shadow.
Your thoughts run rampant anywhere from “will he call me” to “did I do okay”.
“Is he thinking about me?”


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