Your body still tingles from the multiple earthquakes you have just endured
Though covered in sweat and panting deeply, you don't want to be cured
He lies there next to you, his strong hands still caressing you soft and true
Your energy is totally depleted, but he never seems to tire of giving to you
Before you met him, you didn't know what afterplay was, now it's required
It's amazing how quickly you've grown to expect it, now it's surely desired
His hands run the gamut of your body, from your head down to your toes
And he pauses in all the right places, it's something he instinctively knows
When you were young, you were told that guys that are all hands are bad
Now you know better, his hands are pure magic, they make you very glad
You've finally caught your breath, you reach out and discover a protrusion
It's going to start again, you are exhausted but in no need of a conclusion
