Sated Flesh

Head pressed against the window, peering through glass
At pavement moving at what seems to be incomprehensible speed
In the moment a hand touch my shoulder, my heart lunged into a sprint
In the same instant lurched to a halt as a narrow breath escapes startled lungs
She begun to speak
"are you okay" with a slight giggle in regard to my face
Chagrin patently embracing every feature of my being
A "yes" escapes, turning to her to find
A lip bitten, eyes focused
Pupils dilated, stuttered breaths
Shaking hands, sweaty palms
Anticipation coiling, sweet tension building
Wondering what each others intentions were
A hope shared, lovers one and the same
Not a single word uttered
Subtle body language spoken

Hands unguided gliding
Moving by instinct, caressing tangled flesh
Twisted amongst seat belts
The only factor holding us from one another
The tender places, begging sweet exploration
A passionate aroma filling the spaces
A byproduct of sated flesh
We are darling... but sated flesh

I look down into her eyes and she...
Is as beautiful as ever... even in a vulnerable state
She raises a soft hand and... touches my neck
Pulling me closer...