Afternoon Delight

The bead of sweat that rolls down her supple breast may have once been mine. My arms can no longer hold the weight of my body – I collapse; our legs still entwined. The ceiling fan slowly dries our dampened skin; I can’t tell where her breath ends and where mine begins. The trail of discarded clothing leads out the bedroom door; I hope to nap a bit before she yearns for more; Shadows of the setting sun slowly parade across the floor. I stare at the reflection of our bodies in the mirror on the opposite wall. A more beautiful painting of a loving couple I can’t recall. Her hand begins to move, caressing once again, my masculine form; Blood circulates and once again, I am growing warm. Although exhausted I have enough energy to once again perform; Our bodies fit together like a suit that’s well worn. Our rendezvous on this work day afternoon; Could not have occurred one moment too soon. The sun sets replaced by the moon; a third time will cause her to swoon.