Coffee after sex

Movements in fixed rhythm,
in a mattress that lies in the desert,
sweat flooding the sand,
while emotions were forced to go away.

Skins pressed together hardly,
both in skin-deep state of mind,
inside a casket that is meant for others,
But I decided I don’t need my own coffin.

It is only after the coffee burned my lips,
when I knew I’ve done something wrong,
but the caffeine worked perfectly in my body,
So I moved on with a heart that no longer feels.