There's something about the sense of satisfaction felt after coitus. Something deliciously raw. Something that emanates from every pore and sore muscle. It feeds your aura and your spirit. It relaxes. Flows from your walk, your talk, your sight. It's addicting. It'll hook its fingers into your jeans, pull you close, and volunteer your willing nature to stay and acquiesce to its presence in your very essence. Yup. It's that good. That gosh darn post-coital bliss.
