disenchanted nakedness

though
during
you may very well
let it all pass,
directly
afterwards,
you do your best to
forget the lies you had to tell
when all the clothes were off,
forget the fact that his cock wasn’t
big enough, but “size doesn’t
matter,” forget the fact that her
ass wasn’t tight enough
(at least not as tight as it looked in
those jeans) but you squeezed it, gripped
it & told her it was, forget the fact that
when she took off her bra, some
of her breasts went with it (still you
sucked her nipples well, telling her that
she was beautiful & that they were the
“perfect size”), forget the fact that
they were plain out fake when you
thought they were real (and you told her
how you couldn’t even tell),
forget the fact that his gut hung out
(even though you rode him & it),
forget the fact that he sweat like a pig
& his body had hair in all the wrong
places (didn’t groom well but you licked
him all over anyway), forget the fact that
s/he didn’t moan the way you thought they
might, forget the fact that there wasn’t the
tenderness that you thought should have
been there, forget the fact that they had
dirt under their nails (must not have seen
it in the night, but you let them dig those
fingers in anyway), forget the fact that they
rushed the parts you like to take time with &
dragged out what you hate, forget the fact
that they sucked at kissing, forget that he
couldn’t last long, forget that she just laid
there, forget that they used language that
made it worse, forget that after they got off,
they didn’t give a shit whether you did or
not & got up to put their clothes on to leave,
forget they didn’t cuddle, forget they didn’t
spoon, forget their scent as best you can, even
though it fills your bedroom.