after

still sweat covered
lying in the wetness
our love making
had spilled
onto the sheets
arms wrapped
hands caressing
legs entwined
kissing
my tongue
in your mouth
yours in mine
eyes closed
your lashes brushing
against my lids
slowly breathing in
our love making’s scent
still saturating
the air of
our bedroom
your hips
move against mine
perfectly
so that my
not completely
flaccidness
remains
tenderly resting
with its head
parting your lips
as we enjoy
that quiet
peace
known
to lovers
on a hushed
Sunday
afternoon