aftermath

The heart races, pounds, feels about to leap from my chest, the palpitations, the sweat, the voice calling out to who knows who in the language of untranslatable bliss... it is not over in a minute, or in a heartbeat, the bodies transition from arousal, to heightened arousal, to utter satisfaction, and now the joy of completion begins... No more urgency, well, maybe some, but it moves to the back burner, as languid loving loopiness descends, laughter creeps in... as feeling that good, this intensely, cannot be contained without mirth.

To collapse upon the heated receptive form of someone with whom you have just made love with, surely has to be a form of the sweetest surrender... you may want to scream thank you, but the smile of satisfaction and the twinkling of eyes overflowing say it well enough, loud enough, clearly enough... Take me down easy, bring me down slowly, let me recline and nuzzle in all that places that we fit so well, my head against your chest to listen to the percussion inside that lovely vessel... yes, that is a very good place to start. Your heart thunders and drums, and tries to remain where it is... seconds ago it was pounding a crescendo of sweet thunder, pulsing endorphins to the very toes and earlobes... now it pounds and pounds, dancing to the tune it still hears, and the music that will not stop...

The skin that shines, the rosiness that it takes on, the warm glow that goes on and on... the lips that pucker, begging for the exclamation, not unlike the ribbon that greets the runner at the end of the race... share with me this taste of unbridled exuberance, and let the mouth and tongue try as they might to express in moist wet wrestling what they were not able to form in words or syllables... Let my hands and arms tighten about you, and hold and fold around you, this clinging to your form says thank you rather nicely... let my lungs catch up, as they feed the heart and try to restore some semblance of peace and total satisfaction...

Let my chin fold into the proper recess of your form so that your mouth can approach my ear, and make some words of nonsense or total sense, but the brains are both mushy, so if one says something profound or clever, it may be lost in the hearing... not that words are bad or unwelcome - just not necessary, right now. This is the time for no words or just one, "yes" works well... "yes" says it nicely, whatever it is that needs to be said... usually nothing, as the speaking is complete... words don't do it anywhere near as well.

Let me pay tribute to this moment, in all ways that a tribute should take, with the percussion of the heart, the winds of the lungs, the total joy in my eyes, the applause of my lips with yours, and let us take a bow for perfection of the dance... and love the fact that encore could start at nearly any minute... bravo...