Pick out the truths

((My apologies for those of you who are viewing this multiple times. I'm very fond of this and want to get it seen.))

You grabbed onto my love handles.
I make strange noises when I climax.
I'm always conscious of the faces I contort
so we fucked in the dark.
You almost called me baby,
but caught yourself.
There were a lot of half-cries caught in my throat.
Maybe I'll save them for the next one.
By the end of it I could feel the hairs on my legs prickle.
Razors be damned.
The used condom you tossed to the side
landed in the trash with luck, not aim.
We're sweaty and I will smell this for days.
Blowing you nearly gives me stomach aches.
We didn't have a playlist timed just right.
Thin walls- I bet the neighbours heard.
You pulled my hair too tight. I yelped.
That threw you. Our rhythm suffered.
We got back on track. Practice makes perfect.
Finally, sleep came. I didn't.
Sunlight hit my eyes.
A lazy weekend. No shower, no shower sex.
Who are we trying to impress.
You joke about taking photos.
I wonder what you would do if I told you to.
I wonder what I would do.