1650 HRS JULY 27TH 2007

In the afterglow,

just like

when the sun

have sunk below

the distant horizon

but the last of its rays

still glows up the evening sky

in hues of orange

and purple,

I lay in bed

spent and looking

lovingly

at her body

so warm and sensual.

The heart slows down

to a gentle throb,

the lingering feminine taste

on my lips,

the scent of man and woman

hovers in the air,

the mind still

holding off reality

that the passion

has subsided,

but the senses

they remained heightened

and alive,

though the passion

is not but

only a sweet memory.

Does it get better than this?

Is this a lasting treasure?

or just a moment's pleasure.

As love gently slips

into her quiet rest,

in the afterglow.