Just Between Us Girls

Should I tell the world
that your embrace
embossed forever
holy script indented
upon my hungry breast?
Shall I tell the world
that your muscled thrusts
left your perspiration's
scent and shadow giving me
a cozy coital carapace?
Or, should I tell the world
that your quick-love departure
brought me peace, relief and solitude;
the need to have bubbles in my bath
not a paean to absent masculinity.