We Made Love

Mere hours ago, or minutes, or days,

we made love.  Lost in one another’s

arms.  Kisses on flesh, fingers caressing, 

 tongues seeking, inhaling heady scents, 

nibbling an ear.

Heavy breathing, hearts pounding,

gasps of pleasure, whispers of secret

thoughts. Urgency building, flesh against

flesh, matching thrusts.

Shuddering in release, mind in a frenzy,

toes curling, wave after wave, radiating,

consuming, enthralling.

Full stop. Spooning one against another.

Satiated, blissful, languid.

Alive.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole