I lay here, naked
my hair falling wet around my bare shoulders
still, quiet, cooling
fading passion softly glowing on my skin
still damp from the shower and cool from the breeze

setting all the world right

Ah, but I could lay here, just like this, forever
empowered, seduced, relaxed
the subtle memory of sex hanging in the air
and my body completely at peace

ignoring the world’s melting away
and imagining the warm fingertips of a lover
tracing the paths of passion along my flesh
softly tugging my ear with his teeth
and brushing his soft lips across my still ragged breath
gathering the gutteral truths
that only come in moments like this