High Fives

…We lie there panting, gasping,
As if we sprinted, trying to catch our breath,
Looking up at the ceiling feeling,
Like we saw glory, and almost caught death.
But,
I gotta work on my fitness, or else illness,
Will take away the joy of the afterglow,
I’m not young any more but I still adore,
The way I can make you curl your toes.
Ooh,
And the things I thought I said in my head,
They escaped from my lips without restriction,
But it added fuel to the fire as it surely aspired,
For a faster, higher, quicker, slicker friction.
(Breathless)
It was a swift skittish, like a race to the finish,
Spontaneous, right in the moment then and there,
But in all fairness there’s something about bareness,
That quickly ignites like nothing else compares.
So…
In the next few minutes of that gradual descent,
Our hearts slow-down from the overdrive,
Smiling satisfied because now that we’re spent,
We congratulate each other with high fives.