Ken Kakareka

Sex 

I had to 
air out 
the room. 
It smelled 
like 
sex –  
sex, 
sex, 
sex, 
sex, 
sex! 
A huge 
billowing cloud 
of it. 
Her potent 
pussy 
and my 
pungent 
dick and balls. 
Our combative 
juices 
marinating 
like stew. 
Her powerful 
womanly 
odor  
embedding 
the sheets. 
Everything 
saturating 
the musty 
little room 
with poor 
ventilation. 
I missed 
the smell 
of our sex 
when it 
was gone. 
But we 
replenished it 
again,
quickly.