[ The only thing I've had after sex was a shot and a cigarette. ]

The only thing I've had after sex was a shot and a cigarette.
I laid on your chest, my mind at rest,
  for once, at a lack of distress.
Classical music pumped through my ears
  as we indulged in unique conversation.
I could get used to beginning to use you,
  it's an easy adaptation.

Communication flowed like water,
  nothing has come this easy.
Loose with intense admiration,
  you weren't afraid to please me.
Eager for quick exploration,
  with no intent to tease me.
The sweat we let drip off our chests
  made us wish that it was breezy.

I found someone who could possibly tame me,
  but do I wanna be tamed?
Is it my aim to descend from fame
  and finally retire my name?
I have became completely insane,
  infamous and far from lame.
But should he be the water drops
  that extinguish my flames?