A Poem About Getting Off

The edges of my thighs still feel like
razors from clenching the shower head too tight
and it’s true I was thinking about you when I came
But I was also thinking about pornstars and being tied up and
the girl who may or may not be the love of my life
Her name is Sherry, by the way, and her hands felt nothing like yours
as they gripped my hips and I fought my way through infinity.