I penned the following poem, as I wanted to try to encapsulate that moment felt after making love.
See what you think...
After Sex
Engulfed in your arms.
Then the drift of dreams.
Away from my pant, my moans and my screams.
Pleasure filled dances.
My soul and my mind.
Staggered moments within that pleasure sublime.
And in your slumber.
That easiness of peace.
As we lay here still coupled, embracing that release.
By Helen Stallard
March 1 2014
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