The after glow apparent
our spent bodies drift
on a cloud of ecstatic fog
a sensual levitating lift.
I stare at her image
the form under the sheet
my eyes trace each rise
thoughts full, so complete.
Just moments before
in sweaty lustful tones
wrestling with passions
constant guttural moans.
She seems so at peace
so blessed a fragil state
beaming her afterglow
knowing how she satiate.
Such tranguility I feel
seeing her silhouetted form
feeds a craving to hold her;
hold her tightly in my arms.
So much pleasure, the view
similar feelings, I know
spent from satiated joy
I love that after glow.
Del Cano 2004
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