I have that half-sleepy, half-awake feeling, wanting to lie down and rest, but lingering are dirty thoughts of tongues meeting, spit swapping. I want my hands to trace her curves, pull her nipples, stroke the lips of her cunt, feeling the wetness come.
We can decide we are tired or busy, that ignoring our lust is a good idea, until we once again are away from each other. And our denial cuts another wound in our psyche.
Yeah it makes no sense. But we will continue to be respectable.