After the heat,
after the slow, sweet
grind of skin on skin, the
twisting, contorting of interlocking limbs.
After the sweat,
and the long slow
tease, the gasping for
breath and muffled screams,
There is the softness
of your head on my shoulder,
of your lips on my neck, of quiet laughter
and knowing smiles, of fingers locked in long embrace
There is the
softness in your deep,
blue eyes and an easy music
in the sound of your
……sigh.